<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706</id><updated>2012-01-27T19:52:21.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>707</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-2613718239729970056</id><published>2012-01-27T19:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T19:52:21.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play by ear;</title><content type='html'>Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I should blog since I'm on my way home with nothing to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was really cool. But before that, Wednesday... I went to Chan's house and we played mahjong! Can you believe I lost money!?! Hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what was more unbelievable was that Chan's neighbour is actually Mr Lim's aunt!! I was like "Chan you should have told me I would have come to your house everytime I gt a chance to!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! What a small world huh. So next time whenever Mr Lim is going over to his aunt's place, I will run to Chan's house! Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going to Chan's house I went to Kanchen's house. We played bridge which Jeslyn sucked in and played a game called saboteur where I become infamously known as "贱Joyce" due to my ability to be as sly as a fox and very extremely cunning hee hee. They even believed I was one of them and accused Jeslyn when really I was the saboteur. I must be super pro! ^^ hahaha. But of course this only applies to games imagine if I were this 贱 in real life I think I can be those villan in dramas? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways yesterday was really cool because I went to Geena's and Cheryl's house for the very first time! Both of them stayed at AMK so it's really convenient. Then Cheryl and Geena crashed my house because they didn't wanna travel from AMK to Pasir Ris. A pity Kit Ju couldn't make it man!! If not it'll be damn cool! Like all four of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 4am this morning and woke up at around 9am. Kit Ju was really punctual but my mum left. Nonetheless she still received her red packet hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked to Ikea for breakfast, walked around Ikea (I wanted to buy an outfit for my toy dog but they called me childish). Then we walked home, almost got drenched in the sudden downpour then we went for a swim!! Super fun to hang with them. I think tju are really like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that there are some friends who you have to keep by your side for life? Because they will never judge you no matter what you do? They are those friends in my life I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this week I learnt to be a better friend to those around me. Like I know how to give constructive feedback/advice to them when they need it, and I guess I'm more straightforward because I know they should know the truth though it hurts. To me I think being straightforward is cool because you don't hide what you think so it's like from the bottom of your heart. More sincere you know??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I can be a better friend to the other people in my life. Oh well I'll just have to see who's worth my time and all. Photo later, cos I don't want it to be placed at the end of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles,&lt;br /&gt;Joyce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-2613718239729970056?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/2613718239729970056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/play-by-ear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2613718239729970056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2613718239729970056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/play-by-ear.html' title='Play by ear;'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-7038414991903499025</id><published>2012-01-26T11:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:08:21.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>心里的眼泪 模糊了视线 你已经看不见;</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's one of those sad days where I don't feel like eating anything because I feel like a worthless piece of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blackquote&gt;我会发着呆 然后忘记你 接着紧紧闭上眼&lt;br /&gt;想着那一天 会有人代替 让我不再想念你&lt;br /&gt;我会发着呆 然后微微笑接着紧紧闭上眼&lt;br /&gt;又想了一遍 你温柔的脸 在我忘记之前&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;軌跡 - 周杰伦&lt;/blackquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-7038414991903499025?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/7038414991903499025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/7038414991903499025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/7038414991903499025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='心里的眼泪 模糊了视线 你已经看不见;'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-2063791154727681281</id><published>2012-01-26T04:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T04:18:42.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement</title><content type='html'>Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what is guys must be thinking... 4:15am in the morning what is this Joyce go and sleep! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just woke up because my leg was  itching badly. It's like there are bed bugs on my bed which I suspect there is actually.... Either that or I have chicken pox (Choy please). But it's only concentrated at my thigh areas ugh. I hope the itching will stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start wearing long pants to sleep... Nah so uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I slept at 11pm thus I'm awake after 5 hours of sleep what in the world? Lol. Oh wells gonna try falling back to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after reading your SMS I doubt I can sleep anymore hahaha. Yay I am so excited to finally be able to meet you. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning,&lt;br /&gt;Joyce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-2063791154727681281?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/2063791154727681281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/excitement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2063791154727681281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2063791154727681281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/excitement.html' title='Excitement'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-3731595432065560915</id><published>2012-01-25T01:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T01:57:33.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Hey there! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deleted the video because I figured people will wonder why I haven't been blogging when the real blog posts are below the video. Whoops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you like my new blog skin? I didn't know editing via the new blogger code etc would be such a chore. Oh well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think that the picture is too big, and the cover is too plain. But well this is my first attempt so I'm sure I'll get better with more practice (though I doubt I'll have the time).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only disadvantage with this is that whether I made the words in bold, italics or in blackquote it all looks the same to me. Does anyone know how to change that using the new blogger code?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I hate how the post starts from the side and not from the middle. I don't know but I like it to start in the middle but a night of guess and check has been useless. Oh wells. Just got to live with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that I think the colours are quite nice and the font is quite cute. Don't you think so? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long day later on. Going to Chan's house and Kanchen's house I think. Maybe Conny's house not too sure yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CNY day 1 and 2 was quite alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1 was ruined by certain people whose names won't be mentioned but when night approached and I was left alone with my cousins things were pretty alright. I was with my male cousins and they were super funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played games, showed magic tricks and talk. Talking was the best because I've always loved having heart to heart talks (although ours weren't really 'heart to heart' but it was a talk nonetheless) and doing it with my cousins makes it more awesome because it's like finally I find a confidante and a listening ear in one of them and of course they found it in me too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today (or rather yesterday) was alright. I woke up at 11:11am. I woke up with someone thinking of me aww ('; I became a one day couch potato cos all I did today was sit on the sofa and watch my drama shows while snacking on CNY goodies. I think I gained weight already! Got to stop eating. Then I went over to 46 (my Aunt's place) cos there were relatives coming over (relatives I only meet once a year). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin, Joshua, Uncle Jeffery, my brother and I gambled and shortly after Joshua's father joined us. Super fun and exciting cos minimum bet was like $2 and my brother and I were betting at like $6-$10 (I know it's not a lot but when you only have to survive on $2 red packets it's actually quite a high bet). I won like $40 yay me! Joshua lost the most poor him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought Chan and gang were bold gamblers but turns out their heavy bet might just be considered 20 cents I was like WHAT!!! 20 cents what's the point of betting? Nonetheless I stocked up my coin pouch in preparation for tomorrow hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's about it. CNY is unofficially over for some people though it's supposed to last for 15 days. I wonder if Nicole is back, hurry come back Nicole!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I am finally going to watch Viral Factor with my friend yay! Just hope plans won't change or whatever and make me all pissed and sad again. -crosses fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I really have to sleep now. Will blog again tomorrow if I feel like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope my emo drinking friend is okay now. Haha. Maybe I worry too much. Who knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cha-ching,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-3731595432065560915?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/3731595432065560915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/3731595432065560915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/3731595432065560915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-2379329758337766636</id><published>2012-01-23T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T00:40:13.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell;</title><content type='html'>My friend's telling me how he's sad about his close friend leaving Singapore to study/stay elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I can feel his pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even feel Nicole's pain when both Aliza and Nadiah left her. I can only see how sad she was. Breaking down the moment they gave each other one last, tight hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll understand how they feel when Anisa leaves. Oh gosh can't believe I'm crying, and Anisa's actually still in Singapore. And to actually know when she's leaving I don't really want to count down. I really wish that time won't fly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we'll still keep in touch right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momo, &lt;br /&gt;Joyce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-2379329758337766636?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/2379329758337766636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/farewell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2379329758337766636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2379329758337766636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/farewell.html' title='Farewell;'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-5655304903479759068</id><published>2012-01-22T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:54:20.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you blow me off and play me like everybody else?</title><content type='html'>Is it possible to be afraid of opening your heart to someone again?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My heart's a stereo&lt;br /&gt;It beats for you, so listen close&lt;br /&gt;Hear my thoughts in every no-o-o-te&lt;br /&gt;Make me your radio&lt;br /&gt;And turn me up when you feel low&lt;br /&gt;This melody was meant for you&lt;br /&gt;Just sing along to my stereo&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-5655304903479759068?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/5655304903479759068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/would-you-blow-me-off-and-play-me-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/5655304903479759068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/5655304903479759068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/would-you-blow-me-off-and-play-me-like.html' title='Would you blow me off and play me like everybody else?'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-3152967627383230347</id><published>2012-01-21T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T00:45:05.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know you love me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0o4zf4q30w/TxmZjo6aCcI/AAAAAAAAESs/A4D9FKsYGuI/s1600/IMG_2447.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0o4zf4q30w/TxmZjo6aCcI/AAAAAAAAESs/A4D9FKsYGuI/s320/IMG_2447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699755640970938818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent my night watching Gossip Girl and doing this card... It's for myself actually, and I think it's not really well done so thank god it's for me to keep. I think the left side is too much. Shouldn't have added it in. Oh wells. I like the flowers at the bottom though. I love distress ink. Thank god I bought them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright now, today is... Tiring. Went for training, sucked like shit. Oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm not Chuck Bass without you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I love you too."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-3152967627383230347?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/3152967627383230347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-know-you-love-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/3152967627383230347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/3152967627383230347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-know-you-love-me.html' title='you know you love me'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0o4zf4q30w/TxmZjo6aCcI/AAAAAAAAESs/A4D9FKsYGuI/s72-c/IMG_2447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-1073591976985659389</id><published>2012-01-19T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T01:02:35.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhh...</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you didn't know, everyone's fighting their own battle (quoted Nicole Heng you happy now?). So before you say something, think about what impact it may leave on the person receiving your comments, your unwanted, unnecessary comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stand how there isn't any sincerity behind those faces. But what can I say? Hypocrites will always be hypocrites. I should learn to stick to what I should do, friend or family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh what am I saying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KETY,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-1073591976985659389?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/1073591976985659389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/shhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/1073591976985659389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/1073591976985659389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/shhh.html' title='Shhh...'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-2616250290579520784</id><published>2012-01-19T02:12:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T02:37:43.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snap!</title><content type='html'>Hello!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was really fun because I went for a photoshoot. It's no ordinary photoshoot it's a photoshoot where you are the photographer. You can take as many shots as you want within the time given, you can take whatever shots you like - formal or informal - and you can get your photos straight away! How awesome is that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheryl and I paid for this photoshoot. It was a birthday gift to Geena and Kit Ju. Their birthdays are like, 2 days apart? 13th Jan and 15th Jan. We totally caught them off guard with this surprise. So the benchmark is set ultra high and Cheryl and I expect them to plan something as awesome (if not more awesome) for our birthdays (My birthday is only 4 days after Cheryl - 27th May and 23rd May respectively).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so cool how despite being in different schools/class (applicable only for Cheryl and Geena), we still managed to be close as ever. And we are now embarking on a new adventure in our lives. But even though we are I am sure we are able to keep our friendship as tight as ever. We're THAT awesome. For Cheryl, Geena and Kitju, they've been friends for 10 years already (though I think for Kit Ju and Cheryl it's more than 10). For Cheryl and I, it's been 7 years (this year will be the 8th) and for Geena and I + Kit Ju and I, it's been 6 years (this year will be the 7th). We promised each other that we will celebrate our 21st birthdays together. We must do that alright!!! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So instead of telling you how it went, I shall show you the photos! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NRyVa2hNeaI/TxcO0QGo3rI/AAAAAAAAESg/r24P_Nd5hZ8/s1600/120118-3-027.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NRyVa2hNeaI/TxcO0QGo3rI/AAAAAAAAESg/r24P_Nd5hZ8/s320/120118-3-027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699040144299450034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that this jump shot very nice, except Kit Ju was lying there for IDK what reason. Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oYQNCUpoDO8/TxcOzwuClGI/AAAAAAAAESY/h5-Y6ncotX0/s1600/120118-3-035.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oYQNCUpoDO8/TxcOzwuClGI/AAAAAAAAESY/h5-Y6ncotX0/s320/120118-3-035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699040135874778210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nFTk5ULGwfI/TxcOzopRflI/AAAAAAAAESE/SkOilcaL1-c/s1600/120118-3-042.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nFTk5ULGwfI/TxcOzopRflI/AAAAAAAAESE/SkOilcaL1-c/s320/120118-3-042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699040133707300434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Cheryl! Remember we wanted to buy this at Daiso! But they have it here!" Screams Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D0dTbgDHpcI/TxcOzm-WQQI/AAAAAAAAER8/3_Wk0Ce_rGI/s1600/120118-3-044.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D0dTbgDHpcI/TxcOzm-WQQI/AAAAAAAAER8/3_Wk0Ce_rGI/s320/120118-3-044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699040133258821890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WmI6R5DYy2E/TxcOnjhxABI/AAAAAAAAERw/Mu6RP-wgLw0/s1600/120118-3-050.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WmI6R5DYy2E/TxcOnjhxABI/AAAAAAAAERw/Mu6RP-wgLw0/s320/120118-3-050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699039926175203346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kit Ju + Geena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FlN1G1e1Vc4/TxcOnWKdpfI/AAAAAAAAERg/9JistopeiRk/s1600/120118-3-052.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FlN1G1e1Vc4/TxcOnWKdpfI/AAAAAAAAERg/9JistopeiRk/s320/120118-3-052.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699039922587805170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheryl, Kit Ju, Me, Geena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XAgh2ujON0w/TxcOnOdhHjI/AAAAAAAAERY/zSWdyUV1o2U/s1600/120118-3-061.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XAgh2ujON0w/TxcOnOdhHjI/AAAAAAAAERY/zSWdyUV1o2U/s320/120118-3-061.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699039920520240690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Mickey!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8e3aTes8JpE/TxcOm4nfFRI/AAAAAAAAERQ/PBeOq1e07VI/s1600/120118-3-068.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8e3aTes8JpE/TxcOm4nfFRI/AAAAAAAAERQ/PBeOq1e07VI/s320/120118-3-068.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699039914656470290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is... Weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o5nsCOVRD9Y/TxcOm1wZHDI/AAAAAAAAERA/4cqJj9Csibk/s1600/120118-3-071.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o5nsCOVRD9Y/TxcOm1wZHDI/AAAAAAAAERA/4cqJj9Csibk/s320/120118-3-071.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699039913888521266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing that I stuck out like a sore thumb, I left the group and allowed the clowns to continue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VIxY6NKDN4Y/TxcOZRWD48I/AAAAAAAAEQ4/Xcue236LlGI/s1600/120118-3-074.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VIxY6NKDN4Y/TxcOZRWD48I/AAAAAAAAEQ4/Xcue236LlGI/s320/120118-3-074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699039680776102850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I came back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lzf4KrPiUNM/TxcOY1vnIYI/AAAAAAAAEQo/piU0ogiH1Zk/s1600/120118-3-079.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lzf4KrPiUNM/TxcOY1vnIYI/AAAAAAAAEQo/piU0ogiH1Zk/s320/120118-3-079.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699039673367077250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-keaZIdI7d8Q/TxcOYiaV--I/AAAAAAAAEQY/j_4Oa0Gii0U/s1600/120118-3-084.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-keaZIdI7d8Q/TxcOYiaV--I/AAAAAAAAEQY/j_4Oa0Gii0U/s320/120118-3-084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699039668177599458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See the resemblance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXF5bZFgxNg/TxcOYTVPu4I/AAAAAAAAEQM/ckyrt5cN9UA/s1600/120118-3-118.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXF5bZFgxNg/TxcOYTVPu4I/AAAAAAAAEQM/ckyrt5cN9UA/s320/120118-3-118.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699039664129686402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the ONLY nice photo of me actually, with me smiling and all. Hahah! The rest all so unglam. But it reflects my craziness, really really well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RZIx6g1HZm0/TxcOYX3wIyI/AAAAAAAAEQE/Pa9JOoS109U/s1600/120118-3-138.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RZIx6g1HZm0/TxcOYX3wIyI/AAAAAAAAEQE/Pa9JOoS109U/s320/120118-3-138.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699039665348158242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zc6mscZn2iE/TxcN6DR4xnI/AAAAAAAAEP4/L9QKfYFN5Zs/s1600/120118-3-175.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zc6mscZn2iE/TxcN6DR4xnI/AAAAAAAAEP4/L9QKfYFN5Zs/s320/120118-3-175.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699039144424556146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, I think I very cute. Hahaha! Act cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3RwquO8u6lk/TxcN5z71tPI/AAAAAAAAEPs/VxXbu7k8NvY/s1600/120118-3-178.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3RwquO8u6lk/TxcN5z71tPI/AAAAAAAAEPs/VxXbu7k8NvY/s320/120118-3-178.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699039140305548530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vHj9mpN35bI/TxcN5qJFLQI/AAAAAAAAEPc/YmHwpOypvnk/s1600/120118-3-181.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vHj9mpN35bI/TxcN5qJFLQI/AAAAAAAAEPc/YmHwpOypvnk/s320/120118-3-181.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699039137676733698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbfuBY7ja2k/TxcN5S9EgkI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/BXOCpvDxNv4/s1600/120118-3-182.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbfuBY7ja2k/TxcN5S9EgkI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/BXOCpvDxNv4/s320/120118-3-182.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699039131452342850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wHZrh2sEJ2U/TxcN5RWf0RI/AAAAAAAAEPI/46EtaZ4h5MA/s1600/120118-3-190.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wHZrh2sEJ2U/TxcN5RWf0RI/AAAAAAAAEPI/46EtaZ4h5MA/s320/120118-3-190.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699039131022119186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KIHbYQj-DtM/TxcNmNhfq_I/AAAAAAAAEO4/lb3ysyqac_E/s1600/120118-3-198.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KIHbYQj-DtM/TxcNmNhfq_I/AAAAAAAAEO4/lb3ysyqac_E/s320/120118-3-198.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699038803576990706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kung fu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0SeoKhHkwz8/TxcNljnGA2I/AAAAAAAAEOw/HVdzMZs7q2I/s1600/120118-3-209.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0SeoKhHkwz8/TxcNljnGA2I/AAAAAAAAEOw/HVdzMZs7q2I/s320/120118-3-209.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699038792326185826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8HT4onceIQg/TxcNlYBdf9I/AAAAAAAAEOc/8X67rQpY8MI/s1600/120118-3-219.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8HT4onceIQg/TxcNlYBdf9I/AAAAAAAAEOc/8X67rQpY8MI/s320/120118-3-219.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699038789215551442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SOZ-PKeroFI/TxcNlbH4ikI/AAAAAAAAEOU/WY-NmZtzOoU/s1600/120118-3-240.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SOZ-PKeroFI/TxcNlbH4ikI/AAAAAAAAEOU/WY-NmZtzOoU/s320/120118-3-240.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699038790047795778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8GejK-OrpaM/TxcNlDdUkOI/AAAAAAAAEOM/6BKKwp6BBgk/s1600/120118-3-243.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8GejK-OrpaM/TxcNlDdUkOI/AAAAAAAAEOM/6BKKwp6BBgk/s320/120118-3-243.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699038783695261922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KABemRWEPdg/TxcNAGVED4I/AAAAAAAAEOA/3paAOXFTCBU/s1600/120118-3-245.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KABemRWEPdg/TxcNAGVED4I/AAAAAAAAEOA/3paAOXFTCBU/s320/120118-3-245.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699038148810772354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y14fORC605g/TxcM_6H8JgI/AAAAAAAAEN0/fOZqgp9BvgE/s1600/120118-3-249.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y14fORC605g/TxcM_6H8JgI/AAAAAAAAEN0/fOZqgp9BvgE/s320/120118-3-249.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699038145534502402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha this picture is epic ttm. Look at my face + Cheryl's face. We complement each other hahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1dZy_EB-6ao/TxcM--WE4UI/AAAAAAAAENs/eDm72FOVJpY/s1600/120118-3-250.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1dZy_EB-6ao/TxcM--WE4UI/AAAAAAAAENs/eDm72FOVJpY/s320/120118-3-250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699038129487667522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mc75YhdE3zs/TxcM-pMR8OI/AAAAAAAAENY/2bk98CdGjSY/s1600/120118-3-291.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mc75YhdE3zs/TxcM-pMR8OI/AAAAAAAAENY/2bk98CdGjSY/s320/120118-3-291.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699038123809435874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to crash a photo, and still look good! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-N1K0eHajs/TxcM-mIUDAI/AAAAAAAAENQ/O6dblBFpwIE/s1600/120118-3-306.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-N1K0eHajs/TxcM-mIUDAI/AAAAAAAAENQ/O6dblBFpwIE/s320/120118-3-306.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699038122987490306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look like a teacher her don't I? Like those PMS head of discipline kind HAHAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oou8KXl9xvo/TxcMp89kPOI/AAAAAAAAENA/vPS-EKy0ke4/s1600/120118-3-329.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oou8KXl9xvo/TxcMp89kPOI/AAAAAAAAENA/vPS-EKy0ke4/s320/120118-3-329.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699037768339176674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8csyF1bSe-w/TxcMpnYwXXI/AAAAAAAAEM4/knFZIUp7Wrk/s1600/120118-3-337.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8csyF1bSe-w/TxcMpnYwXXI/AAAAAAAAEM4/knFZIUp7Wrk/s320/120118-3-337.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699037762547637618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KKzWTOYAaDE/TxcMpAVTuYI/AAAAAAAAEMc/RThuXMrEItE/s1600/120118-3-347.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KKzWTOYAaDE/TxcMpAVTuYI/AAAAAAAAEMc/RThuXMrEItE/s320/120118-3-347.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699037752064194946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CydaVXoGoRs/TxcMpAKzdQI/AAAAAAAAEMU/hHkY5Gr_4T4/s1600/120118-3-348.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CydaVXoGoRs/TxcMpAKzdQI/AAAAAAAAEMU/hHkY5Gr_4T4/s320/120118-3-348.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699037752020137218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i4-K7DrVo9o/TxcMNCa47sI/AAAAAAAAELY/_Zo2DCOm0hE/s1600/120118-3-349.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i4-K7DrVo9o/TxcMNCa47sI/AAAAAAAAELY/_Zo2DCOm0hE/s320/120118-3-349.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699037271588138690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DiA7bHqDMAM/TxcMNWc8fjI/AAAAAAAAELg/3UUh_lLt5x4/s1600/120118-3-350.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DiA7bHqDMAM/TxcMNWc8fjI/AAAAAAAAELg/3UUh_lLt5x4/s320/120118-3-350.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699037276965469746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yw0mNXV_Kdg/TxcMNuoHlgI/AAAAAAAAELo/kvdlWLIkQOQ/s1600/120118-3-353.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yw0mNXV_Kdg/TxcMNuoHlgI/AAAAAAAAELo/kvdlWLIkQOQ/s320/120118-3-353.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699037283454785026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4KMEMP3b4M/TxcMNuS2-GI/AAAAAAAAEL4/g6Fj8QW3BBc/s1600/120118-3-354.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4KMEMP3b4M/TxcMNuS2-GI/AAAAAAAAEL4/g6Fj8QW3BBc/s320/120118-3-354.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699037283365615714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HhYkvh37z_A/TxcMOAVazZI/AAAAAAAAEMI/iuRXc3SOuyw/s1600/120118-3-363.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HhYkvh37z_A/TxcMOAVazZI/AAAAAAAAEMI/iuRXc3SOuyw/s320/120118-3-363.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699037288208190866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looks like she's screaming "SCRUMP IS NUMBER 1!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that sums up the photoshoot part. We went to Seoul Garden for buffet and City Square Mall (Farrer Park). After dinner we went to the playground to camwhore for a while before heading home. It was such an eventful day. Ahh This week's gonna pass super well and I will enjoy every minute of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S Somehow I wish you will talk to me. Is my craziness not to your liking? Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-2616250290579520784?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/2616250290579520784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/snap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2616250290579520784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2616250290579520784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/snap.html' title='Snap!'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NRyVa2hNeaI/TxcO0QGo3rI/AAAAAAAAESg/r24P_Nd5hZ8/s72-c/120118-3-027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-6035332841451445638</id><published>2012-01-16T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T23:31:28.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gb1839UkYSo/TxQ9O4bcMAI/AAAAAAAAELM/i3yX0c4L0Aw/s1600/IMG_2362%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gb1839UkYSo/TxQ9O4bcMAI/AAAAAAAAELM/i3yX0c4L0Aw/s320/IMG_2362%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698246754405462018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really know why I blog because I doubt I have any readers except random passer-bys, "passer-bys" actually, with the inverted commas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was pretty sad. Nicole cried really badly (and suddenly) when Nadiah hugged her and bade farewell. It was a pretty depressing sight, some more it was her bitrthday. Hopefully Hui Juen + me cheered her up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel quite relaxed today. It's been a while. Maybe it's because I went shopping today, although alone, but it was quite fun to have some time alone. I bought a pair of shoes (in above photo), a Minnie Mouse pullover, lip gloss, a necklace, 2 hairbands, 2 pairs of earrings, facial cream and Big Time Rush's second album elevate!!! Been a while since I listened to my boys' music and watched the show. Since tomorrow is stay home day, I guess I should tune in and watch the show at 5pm. Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe staying at home all day isn't a bad thing after all, since I'm not in a very sad or depressing mood. Maybe I should go for a swim tomorrow too. Got to exercise. I think my stamina is... Gone. Sigh. It's okay, maybe I won't have to take a sport in JC... But then I will fail NAPFA. Okay, I'd better go for a run instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright I'm going back to reading now. Can't stand Hunger Games like seriously. I think the author should write a book in Peeta's perspective. You know like in Chinese novels they write books in the girl's and the guy's perspective? Hahaha. But I don't like Peeta I like Gale, maybe because I believe that lovers always start of as friends, then best friends then they fall in love and live happily ever after. Of course this is not applicable in reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't have to wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos you know, you know you know, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you're not alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Big Time Rush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-6035332841451445638?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/6035332841451445638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/6035332841451445638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/6035332841451445638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-more.html' title='No more;'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gb1839UkYSo/TxQ9O4bcMAI/AAAAAAAAELM/i3yX0c4L0Aw/s72-c/IMG_2362%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-8331480893476204137</id><published>2012-01-15T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T23:49:31.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xSskgqvnLX0/TxLuMF8FL0I/AAAAAAAAELA/F6A0ZEFsgys/s1600/IMG_2357%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xSskgqvnLX0/TxLuMF8FL0I/AAAAAAAAELA/F6A0ZEFsgys/s320/IMG_2357%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697878370097114946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I made two new friends, actually three, out of the GP crash course I went. Don't you think that it's funny how you only bother to start mingling around when everything is going to end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why I had to muster so much courage just to talk to the girl next to me, but I feel so easy talking to guys... No I am not desperate. Maybe it's because of past experiences that made me feel this way (I will elaborate).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's GP class was not the same because he spent a good 2 hours lecturing about life and how we learn stuff. And he said that whatever that shaped who we are today is actually our past experiences (something like that). And I can't help but agree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess all my life I've always had girls who judged me, and that probably made me so afraid of opening up and talking to girls cos I have this constant fear that I will be judged. But for guys, well, I must say I grew up in a female-dominated environment so the only two guys I actually talked to... One almost became my boyf and one is now my best friend. You see I've never had a problem with guys (although the number of guys is like... ALMOST negligible), so maybe that's why I feel so much more comfortable talking to guys. Like I have no second thoughts when I asked them questions, except wondering why they didn't want to talk and make the atmosphere less awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the lecturer also said that our life is based on 96% assessment and 4% assertion, which technically means that whatever we think of ourselves may not be true. That made me feel so... Speechless and I took a moment to think. And my oh my, he is right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how to put it down in here about what he said that relates to me, but I guess I should start changing the way I see myself. If I want others to accept me for who I am, I guess I first have to accept myself, and gain back the self-confidence that has been lacking since I don't know when. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case, I think this lecture has changed me. I will firstly stop feeling sad about my 7 points (seriously what's so sad about 7 please) and of course stop telling the whole world how dumb I am, cos honestly, I think I am not dumb, I'm average, just hardworking that's all, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, moving on to happier and funnier stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I finally talked to the girl that sat next to me during the crash course, she's called Vanessa and she's from TKGS. When she said green uniform I guessed St Margarets -.- but no it was TKGS. Yeah it was rather nice talking to her, except that she didn't tag along for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what happened was, Sin Kang had this guy friend named Kevin from MSHS. Kevin had this guy friend named Mitchell from Cat High. So in the end I had to go for lunch with all three of them because I was supposed to have lunch with Sin Kang, so Kevin joined in and Mitchell was initially walking awkwardly 10 steps behind. So I was like, "go ask your friend if he wants to join us don't ditch him like that!" and Kevin obediently went hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, I had to talk. So annoying. How can guys just sit round a table and not talk and mingle. Furthermore we don't really know each other and we haven't even formerly introduced ourselves. And yes I'm a pretty talkative person so I had to talk. You know how when you don't talk the place starts getting awkward? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's such a coincidence that Mitchell was appealing into Raffles (sounds like me after 30th Jan but I'm keeping the faith) and he's appealing through Tennis. I was like, WOAHHHHHH. Too coincidental already right? Two people I talked to this year, both doing the EXACT same thing. And he's considering BCME too. OMG I have friends already ('; So I just hope that we are end up in Raffles together how cool will that be please! ^^ #keepingthefaithgirl1995.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave myself one week and this one week is up. No more unhappiness. I'm gonna wake up smiling tomorrow, or maybe crying because my friend is leaving for Australia tomorrow sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I managed to reach my friend, "reach" him because his friend's my friend's friend so yeah my friend's friend's friend (long chain huh) managed to get hold of him and he actually replied her. Funny what love can do huh. So I hope he's fine now, if not then... There's nothing I can do except pray for him to feel better soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicole cancelled on me because of work (I'm guessing it's work) so now I have Tuesday free. It's the only free day in the week except weekend so I guess that's alright right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What should I do after having breakfast with Nicole tomorrow? Should I head home? Or go somewhere else? I wish I have company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S Is the picture nice? I did the paper and took the photo myself hee hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-8331480893476204137?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/8331480893476204137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8331480893476204137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8331480893476204137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xSskgqvnLX0/TxLuMF8FL0I/AAAAAAAAELA/F6A0ZEFsgys/s72-c/IMG_2357%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-6313095587668796918</id><published>2012-01-14T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T23:25:29.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tCGgnERTa-c/TxGR00KTgVI/AAAAAAAAEK0/m_6UuPfEwlk/s1600/IMG_1396.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tCGgnERTa-c/TxGR00KTgVI/AAAAAAAAEK0/m_6UuPfEwlk/s320/IMG_1396.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697495340141478226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st photo. How much I've read about dogs, since December? Mid December I think. Which is actually quite little because I've been procrastinating. And I still have to write down stuff. And I went to Europe and I'm now left with so little pages. But I think I'll put a stop to this book for now, because the next half I'm gonna read is about taking care of a dog, training a dog and common illnesses in dogs, which is sooooooo interesting right? But firstly, I don't have a dog to "hands on" with and secondly the illnesses part which I want to write down, again, requires a lot of time too. But at least I'm done with all the dog breeds registered in the American Kennel Club. So... Yay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd photo. the left overs cos my book has no more space and I don't wanna start on a new thick book cos I'll be wasting it. Don't be fooled by how little there is, it's all double sided okay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd photo. My doggy notebook. funny how the front cover is a picture of a kangaroo. Well, my brother bought this for me in Australia, so yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th photo. How the content page looked like. There are actually a few groups, sporting breeds, non-sporting breeds, herding breeds (can you believe german shepherd's in the herding breed? Kinda believable actually since there're called "shepherd" for a reason. But then again, look at the job they are doing now?), toy breeds, hound breeds, working breeds, terrier breeds and the miscellaneous class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th and 6th photos. How the pages in my book look like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7th photo. The Golden Retriever page. I've always dreamt of having one of these, or rather, taking care of my own dog. I'd consider naming him Bruno, since Bruno was the name of my best friend in my childhood days. Yes, Bruno is a dog, a golden retriever actually. He's probably gone by now. But he was a really loyal and faithful dog, well, at least he listened to me even though I'm just his dog-sitter. But what else can a dog do when a girl is holding on to its leash right? But technically he could have dragged me away or ran away cos at that time I think he was about twice my size? But then I'd stick to my childhood dream of naming my golden retriever Shadow. Why Shadow? It was the name of the Golden Retriever in the show Homeward Bound, my favourite childhood movie. Heard of it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8th photo. The Akita page. It's my favourite dog actually, although I wouldn't rule out the fact that I have a lot of favourites - Golden Retriever, Labrador Retriever (except the black coloured ones), German Shepherd, Siberian Husky - but Akitas are adorable. And I wish that one day I can visit the Hachiko Bronze Statue outside the Shibuya Station. I watched the movie, like twice, and cried, twice. The dog was super loyal and affectionate and devoted. Sigh. Dogs are amazing creatures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9th photo. Yorkshire Terrier! The cutest I've ever seen was the one in High School Musical? Hahaha! Anyways, I hope that my mum will honour her empty promise and get me one after A levels. I made a deal with her, saying that I will have a lot of time to take care of the dog from puppy to adulthood (I mean during the puppy stage I want to train my dog myself you know?). But I doubt she'll let me. My only hope is to go study abroad and buy a dog there. Besides, there is a wider variety there than in Singapore. I told myself that if I were to study in Australia I'd buy myself a Silky Terrier! It's similar to the Yorkshire, but bigger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry, but did I bore you guys? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, my blog entry usually starts with a greeting, so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was rather... Tiring. I went for a JC crash course from like, 9am to 3pm. It was super tiring, considering the fact that I slept at 2:30am and woke up at like, 7am? But I snoozed for half an hour haha I love the snooze button. But I learnt quite a lot of stuff and my General Paper TYS is already flooded with words. Okay not really flooded but you get what I mean. And I know what you must be thinking. Mugger toad ttm? Hahah my mum signed me up for it, so I had no choice. But I guess it's a good idea to see what GP is like before I actually sit and do the papers. Yikes. Thoughts about JC just scares me. And there's another one tomorrow. Hopefully I survive it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to the friend who has been avoiding me since, I don't know when, I hope you'll stop. It hurts, and it hurts even more when I don't know why you are avoiding me and not replying my texts. I genuinely care about you, and I really hope that you'll reply and tell me you're okay. I thought you treated me, or rather, regarded me as your friend when you told me you were not just honouring your promise when you said you would take a photo with me. But now, I'm not too sure. And I doubt you'll be reading this. But if you do, miraculously if you do, please reply me. I know you've read my messages, whether it was a text or through whatsapp (there was a double tick), please just reply. I may not be like, important to you but I still care and I'll always be here for you, if you ever need a friend. And it's been a week already, well, sort of a week, but still, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't feel important in anybody's life. It's like I can be cast aside so easily. Somehow I just wish I have someone by my side, to listen to me rant and rant and rant, with no interruptions. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so open sometimes, like when I first meet someone I'm not afraid of showing the person and telling the person who I really am, my likes and dislikes, things that annoy me etc. You know open? But I guess it's okay cos I feel real like that, like I have nothing to hide. Of course there will be secrets no one knows, but then again, some things are meant to be kept to myself, right? So even though I'm living in an environment full of hypocrites, liars and gossipmongers, at least I'm as real as real can be right? Or at least I try to be as real as real can be. No one can be real all the time, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I think I am a very bad influence. I am afraid of heights. But when I saw Anisha climbed that thing I wanted to climb it too. So, my impulse decision left me stuck on top, refusing to come down and when I looked down I feel like dying because I think I'm gonna fall and die even though I'd probably survive and not break a leg. We were at a children's playground. Can you imagine the height? But yeah I was like "Fuck why is it so high oh my gosh just let me die already why the fuck did I do this!" And then I realised, there were kids around and parents too... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the parents were laughing and smiling at me. I guess everyone's being more liberal and open-minded now, and the F word isn't a really bad thing. But still, I should refrain from saying it when possible, especially not in front of kids! Thank goodness I have no younger siblings, or else they will be led astray, verbally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I screamed at my mum today, for no apparent reason. She just told me to reply my brother IMMEDIATELY because it was THE BROTHER who texted me all the way from Cambodia and I said later cos I was busy with my dog book and she had to stand there, telling me time and again to reply him first. So I kinda blew my top and yelled at her and replied with a brief "yeah" to his "are you at home?" question. Like what else could I say? And it's not like it'll have any impact on him whether I was home or not, he just wanted to know what time the Man U match was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of the Man U match, should I watch? It's been a while since I watched soccer. Honestly, I've never lose interest in anything I do, and to think I've had interest in soccer for the longest time ever, back when Beckham and Van Nistelrooy was still in Manchester United. So what happened to me? I'm too tired. It's 11pm already. Should I read? Or turn in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should just go read my book. I need plans for next week. I don't want to be left alone because I'd start thinking and become a momo kid again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far I'll be meeting Nicole on Monday morning for her supposedly happiest day yet it's a sad day, but I have no plans in the afternoon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday I hope we'll be going to USS. We as in Nicole and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday I'll be meeting Cheryl, Geena, Kitju to celebrate Geena and Kitju's birthdays. It's going to be awesome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday I have no plans &lt;b&gt;at all&lt;/b&gt;. Friday too. Guess I should go back to Cedar on Friday. It's CNY celebrations after all. Thursday... Should go watch a movie, maybe two in a day. Viral Factor and Journey to Mysterious Island. I'll be watching the former with Sherry I guess but the latter? I have no idea. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need plans, desperately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay do long posts turn people off? Did I just turn you off? Hahaha! If you've made it here, congrats to you because it's the end of the post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-6313095587668796918?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/6313095587668796918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/6313095587668796918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/6313095587668796918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/eye.html' title='Eye'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tCGgnERTa-c/TxGR00KTgVI/AAAAAAAAEK0/m_6UuPfEwlk/s72-c/IMG_1396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-3199556388113765487</id><published>2012-01-13T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T23:58:38.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brace yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GvlUK9-CP-8/TxBOfAIQnAI/AAAAAAAAEKo/ttoLX2w6BZQ/s1600/IMG_2350%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GvlUK9-CP-8/TxBOfAIQnAI/AAAAAAAAEKo/ttoLX2w6BZQ/s320/IMG_2350%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697139823141231618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my polaroid album! Yay I finally have one and I didn't buy one I made one woohoo! I think I am awesome. Of course I had to buy my own materials, attend a class to learn how to put the papers together and whatever which cost money, but still, it's one of a kind! But it isn't really like an album cos there are only slots in there and there are only... 8 slots so I'll have to make full use of them. I figured I'll have one slot for bestf, one slot for Cedar, one slot for SOT... That's it eh omg!! Hahaha! Okay I'll see how I'm gonna decorate it further, for now, I am tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't laughed so hard in the longest time. Maybe that's the reason why I feel so down recently. I need my friends around. Sigh. Met Nadiah, Nicole, Anisha and Cheuk Lam... Cheuk, is it spelt like that? Hahaha oops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheuk Lam is superrrr epic hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Name a dinosaur."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"RHINOCEROS." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I will always laugh when I hear this joke. Seriously man. I laughed so hard I could hardly breath. Haven't laughed like that in the longest time already. Seriously man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when Anisha was calling the waitress, Cheuk Lam thought she was calling someone and went "who's that?" HAHAHA OMG Cheuk Lam is ultra epic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before dinner I went to Plaza Sing for art class with Cheryl Tan. That girl was super epic. First she was depressed cos she didn't know how to decorate her album. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she walked straight into the Gents, without even checking whether she walked into the correct rest room. She didn't even notice the urinals!!! Hahaha And apparently there was a dude peeing at the urinal. IMAGINE IF SHE SAW IT MAN hahahah she would have... IDK, freaked out more hahaha! She is superrrr funny why are my friends so weird?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think today was really weird. I walked away from the ATM machine with my card but without the money. And I was like OH SHIT and I ran back luckily it was still there. My mind was so preoccupied. Then when I walked away I realised I asked for the receipt. So I had to walk back and there it was, dangling out of the ATM. What in the world is wrong with me man! Got to be myself again. Gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I've been avoiding my mum these few days. Because I know that she would want to deter me from what I want to do in life. And finally yesterday in the lift she broke it to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum isn't supportive, my dad isn't supportive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it's a battle I'll have to fight myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Losing Faith, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-3199556388113765487?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/3199556388113765487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/brace-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/3199556388113765487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/3199556388113765487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/brace-yourself.html' title='brace yourself.'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GvlUK9-CP-8/TxBOfAIQnAI/AAAAAAAAEKo/ttoLX2w6BZQ/s72-c/IMG_2350%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-7973303683816145029</id><published>2012-01-13T01:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T01:56:51.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright then.</title><content type='html'>I am trying to be nicer as part of my new year resolution (love more hate less?) but perhaps being too nice will cause my plan to backfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay no more talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be the same, if we ever meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird dream I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Joyce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-7973303683816145029?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/7973303683816145029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/alright-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/7973303683816145029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/7973303683816145029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/alright-then.html' title='Alright then.'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-4343469907888449508</id><published>2012-01-12T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T22:55:57.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am super tired. I think today I finally know how anorexia is like. Hahaha not that I am one though. I just have no appetite that's all, no appetite and no craving. I want to eat out, but I'm all alone. I guess I'll be heading home to eat salad (funny thing is I hate vegetables). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored, tired and hungry. Going home to submit my JAE application before I think of what to do at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I went to the vet today. Didn't get to see doctor Robin cos he wasn't there so I passed the gift to the receptionist. And you know Pom? Remember pom? He's discharged already!!!!! Omg I was all smiles when I heard that piece of news! Pom was really sad his tongue is like half paralyzed? So he can only lick on one side. And he was really really frail and weak. So saddening to see such a pretty dog end up like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since he's discharged I guess he should be fine now!! I hope the pet shop treats him better. I really hate pet shops and the way they treat the animals which actually generate profits for them. So annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Pom in case you forgot who he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EYojD8-mT24/Tw6og8zCY6I/AAAAAAAAEKc/VkkIuI-BMYI/s640/blogger-image--1118777485.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EYojD8-mT24/Tw6og8zCY6I/AAAAAAAAEKc/VkkIuI-BMYI/s640/blogger-image--1118777485.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-4343469907888449508?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/4343469907888449508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-super-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/4343469907888449508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/4343469907888449508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-super-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EYojD8-mT24/Tw6og8zCY6I/AAAAAAAAEKc/VkkIuI-BMYI/s72-c/blogger-image--1118777485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-9107851173150600864</id><published>2012-01-12T01:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T01:50:04.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend</title><content type='html'>Hahaha hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two days I've been talking to this sort of new friend of mine. He is so interesting and his friends are super funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing I bumped into him at raffles if not I doubt he'll post on my Facebook wall and thus we won't even be talking now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently my sort of good girl image is ruined cos he came to my blog and saw my past posts which were pretty much filled with f words. But oh wells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know usually when I make new friends I would show the worst, vulgar side of me so that they will be mentally prepared with who they are talking to? But I guess this time round I didn't. You know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm through being a rowdy and vulgar girl! This is so ironic actually considering the fact that I screamed "oh f" at macs this afternoon cos I dipped my wallet into garlic chilli lol. But that was just, a slip you know? It happens but as long as I try to change in time to come I'll get rid of it! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen the word unicorn too for a very long time. You know how all the f words like f, fking etc changes to unicorn when I type it out? So see see I think I am improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of being self centered my point is yes I made a new friend some more he wants to take BCME too I feel so comforted to know someone who might possibly be in the same class as me should we go to the same school. Although I will feel pressurized cos he is super smart w 9A1s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg he is like a Jiawei!!! One top scorer in 2011, and now this dude is top scorer in 2012! In their respective schools la. I know too many smarty pants. Demoralisedgirl1995.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;I think new friend has taken my mind off things. Made me laugh so much today, and idk why but I just felt like ranting to him, not so in depth about my life but the current happenings AKA olevels he's just nice to talk to omg praise so much. But it's true. So thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and not only do I envy new friend cos he has a super brain, he has an ultra cute dog too (see bottom of entry for picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it's 1:43am. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a B thankfully,&lt;br /&gt;Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XRK1NUW3qmk/Tw3KaEj4fHI/AAAAAAAAEKU/uQSAQOAbTZw/s640/blogger-image-1214436179.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XRK1NUW3qmk/Tw3KaEj4fHI/AAAAAAAAEKU/uQSAQOAbTZw/s640/blogger-image-1214436179.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-9107851173150600864?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/9107851173150600864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/9107851173150600864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/9107851173150600864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/friend.html' title='Friend'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XRK1NUW3qmk/Tw3KaEj4fHI/AAAAAAAAEKU/uQSAQOAbTZw/s72-c/blogger-image-1214436179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-7262396678395050337</id><published>2012-01-11T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T01:46:23.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No</title><content type='html'>I am tired and hungry. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did I morph into someone like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright Joyce, continue to be angst, continue to wallow in self pity, continue to feel inferior, continue to be sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, I can continue to be all that, but I really, really, really can't continue pretending that I'm okay. It hurts so bad, that the slightest most remote thought about it makes me wanna curl up into a ball and cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-7262396678395050337?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/7262396678395050337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/7262396678395050337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/7262396678395050337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/no.html' title='No'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-164011564433762859</id><published>2012-01-09T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T22:54:34.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friends are upset and I can't do anything about it. I feel lousy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-164011564433762859?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/164011564433762859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-friends-are-upset-and-i-cant-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/164011564433762859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/164011564433762859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-friends-are-upset-and-i-cant-do.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-8429255166234821045</id><published>2012-01-09T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T20:29:56.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-akVlLdCwxtY/Twram9sSkTI/AAAAAAAAEKM/GW8CMvt2dFg/s1600/tumblr_lxbrtf1bIz1r0zbiwo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-akVlLdCwxtY/Twram9sSkTI/AAAAAAAAEKM/GW8CMvt2dFg/s320/tumblr_lxbrtf1bIz1r0zbiwo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695605041693626674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today has been really awesome. I mean it, really. Three of the best people in my world cheered me up. One knew exactly where to find me and the other just had to send me his words of encouragement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;"To my 4Hippies:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes in life, things doesn't turn out the way you want it to be. If it doesn't, take it in stride. Take it as it is, because deep down inside, you know you had given your all. In my eyes, you won the race. Be strong. Look forward, never backwards. And from this old man's personal take, it's good to set high expectations. But it is also important not to indulge your soul into it, because you can never know when shit happens. This old man will also wanna tell you that Os is just a small step in achieving greatness. It's so small, that interviewers next time will look at it last, if not at all. It doesn't matter which JC you get into, because it is only 2 years. And the next thing, you finished your As. So, maybe you might wanna listen to this old man for a last time: life works in wonderful but damn shitty way, to make you stronger. Just bring it on."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Nicole. She's too funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Bio teacher, I will never find another teacher as devoted as him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my best friend. He's awesome like no other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and Nicole if you are reading this, Best friend flirted with me today, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. -winks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不知足,像婉伦&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-8429255166234821045?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/8429255166234821045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8429255166234821045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8429255166234821045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-akVlLdCwxtY/Twram9sSkTI/AAAAAAAAEKM/GW8CMvt2dFg/s72-c/tumblr_lxbrtf1bIz1r0zbiwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-5775562281213075744</id><published>2012-01-08T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:44:15.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a nutshell...</title><content type='html'>Hey!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised that I've not been blogging about my day so here's to sum up my week before doomsday tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S8Gtec92KGA/TwmK-PL8x2I/AAAAAAAAEJ4/CTK7diy6thY/s1600/IMG_2238.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S8Gtec92KGA/TwmK-PL8x2I/AAAAAAAAEJ4/CTK7diy6thY/s320/IMG_2238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695236005619877730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yummy! I went for SOT class BBQ at Sherry's place on Monday (2nd January)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X0ariPp1qGs/TwmK99kasJI/AAAAAAAAEJo/hdlcvIfj4vo/s1600/IMG_2307.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X0ariPp1qGs/TwmK99kasJI/AAAAAAAAEJo/hdlcvIfj4vo/s320/IMG_2307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695236000890663058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had clique outing where we bowled and such so cool on Tuesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday I chilled at home (more like rot actually) and cleaned up my keychain collection. Oh did I tell you that I am ultra sad because I fail as a Jay Chou fan. Apparantly I am a terrible person. I do not have &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; of his albums. I don't have the Fantasy album. Sigh. But actually I am very sure that I do because 1. I don't download &lt;b&gt;Chinese&lt;/b&gt; songs and since I have that album in my Itunes the original album is probably lost/I lent it to my Uncle and he didn't return me but in any case I am super super scared. :/ I really want to a really really good fan even if Jay Chou doesn't know I exist. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I went shopping with my dearest Denise. I bought two dresses and two tops for less than $50! I feel so pro at shopping don't you think so? Hahah! And I bought a pair of shades for $10 although I don't have any use for it. But apparently RJC has school trips to Sentosa hahah it's a sign isn't it? #Iwishlor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday I met Geena! And we talked and talked. Hahaha! I loved the part where she was shocked at what I told her because it was totally, like &lt;b&gt;totally&lt;/b&gt; unexpected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PqaUZ91RlZM/TwmHZZ3OJUI/AAAAAAAAEJc/SoKWMW5h_OU/s1600/IMG_2347.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PqaUZ91RlZM/TwmHZZ3OJUI/AAAAAAAAEJc/SoKWMW5h_OU/s320/IMG_2347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695232074295682370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday I met Cheryl Tan for scrapbooking class! Two classes actually. I did that is it nice? I think it is super cute especially the bottom with the aeroplane flying toward the Eiffel Tower. After that class I feel like buying the tool kit. Maybe I will when I get my red packet money. Hahaha! But I have to save up. Cheryl Tan said I look like a rich taitai. I sound old but, thank you ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F8SO7_UATOM/TwmLD8S20iI/AAAAAAAAEKA/LLce4M9_Vxk/s1600/IMG_2348.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F8SO7_UATOM/TwmLD8S20iI/AAAAAAAAEKA/LLce4M9_Vxk/s320/IMG_2348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695236103627788834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, which is today, I met my best friend! Hahaha! He is so epic, you know his name is a... Verb? Adjective? Noun? Adverb? Idk. But if I say "you are JIAWEI!" it actually means "you are AWESOME!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, I had a very Jiawei day, in fact, I had a Jiawei week. And if you can tell the background is my computer screen and I was watching Gossip Girl (aren't you proud of me Anisa?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just scratched my eye + my contact lens. Ouch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I ate at a Hawker Centre today, S-11. Hahaha! Awesome thinks that I'm going to puke and that he downgraded me. So apparently Awesome thinks that I am super rich, like a Cheryl Tan, but really I am super broke I spent $100 in two days (one day with Denise, one day with Cheryl) and I spent another $50 today (lunch + ice cream plus I had to pay for yesterday's art class - I signed up for another one, which is super cool cos I'm gonna make my own polaroid album!!! Which explains why I am desperately trying to find nice polaroid of myself). So yes I am damn broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I forgot what I want to type. Because I stole a piece of chocolate from my Brother. It was the last milk chocolate piece from Brusslels' finest and I hate dark chocolate. So I took it in exchange for two dark chocolates hahahah! Geena bought me Royce chocolates. I don't really like the milk chocolate one (sorry!) but the white chocolate one is heavenly. I'm like spamming it, and I have a few pieces left. Now I feel super fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You slimmed down. You seem different from the last time I met you." Quoted best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently long blog entries turns people off, so if I want to stop someone from reading what I really feel/think, I should just type a super long post so that people will refrain from reading it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then where are all my thoughts/feelings? Hahaha! I've learnt never to blog about it! I have so many thoughts about this whole week, especially today, after that talk with my mother (Can you believe that I had a heart to heart talk - well sort of - with my mother?), so yeah, tonight I have to take a break and write in Jerow. I have all night anyway, after all, I doubt I'll be able to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S you know it hurts to.. Whoops, no feelings. Hello Jerow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-5775562281213075744?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/5775562281213075744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-nutshell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/5775562281213075744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/5775562281213075744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-nutshell.html' title='In a nutshell...'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S8Gtec92KGA/TwmK-PL8x2I/AAAAAAAAEJ4/CTK7diy6thY/s72-c/IMG_2238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-3276627092269093452</id><published>2012-01-07T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T23:31:59.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks.</title><content type='html'>Everyone's waiting in anticipation for me to crumble and fall into the pit I've dug for myself over the past 4 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in anticipation for me to end my life when I receive my disgusting results slip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, 7 A1s? 8 A1s?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not for me to decide you bitch and you had to say such things the minute you stepped into my house who do you think you are? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please, that wasn't the only inhuman and stupid thing she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a really supportive family I can cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop it,&lt;br /&gt;Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S something really epic for you to see. Yeap that's right, that's me, way back when I was young and innocent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xRR5tLF8z48/Twhlbc7cY1I/AAAAAAAAEJQ/tZAJjbpdL7Y/s640/blogger-image-1120514120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xRR5tLF8z48/Twhlbc7cY1I/AAAAAAAAEJQ/tZAJjbpdL7Y/s640/blogger-image-1120514120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-3276627092269093452?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/3276627092269093452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/3276627092269093452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/3276627092269093452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/thanks.html' title='Thanks.'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xRR5tLF8z48/Twhlbc7cY1I/AAAAAAAAEJQ/tZAJjbpdL7Y/s72-c/blogger-image-1120514120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-8425678890278321463</id><published>2012-01-06T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T01:00:04.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>geez</title><content type='html'>Figured I shan't be so mean cos this song has been stuck in my head forever. Whoops.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will we still be friends, forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll treasure our memories together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we go our separate ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll hold our heads up high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keeping our dreams alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holding hands together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we look back without regrets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the joys we've had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the tears we've shared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These bonds will never be broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we spread our wings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And learn to fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll always remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best times of our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Cedar, a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-8425678890278321463?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/8425678890278321463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/geez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8425678890278321463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8425678890278321463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/geez.html' title='geez'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-3702240483938477210</id><published>2012-01-05T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T23:53:09.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P4SGAEuMLY0/TwXG4j7jrMI/AAAAAAAAEJI/VB2cF7CPT7w/s1600/394999_10150574533465030_739315029_11457560_161128803_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P4SGAEuMLY0/TwXG4j7jrMI/AAAAAAAAEJI/VB2cF7CPT7w/s320/394999_10150574533465030_739315029_11457560_161128803_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694175978899877058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I don't believe you have to be better than everybody else. I believe you have to be better than you ever thought you would be." - Ken Venturi&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-3702240483938477210?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/3702240483938477210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-believe-yo-have-to-be-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/3702240483938477210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/3702240483938477210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-believe-yo-have-to-be-better.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P4SGAEuMLY0/TwXG4j7jrMI/AAAAAAAAEJI/VB2cF7CPT7w/s72-c/394999_10150574533465030_739315029_11457560_161128803_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-5800621672533556881</id><published>2012-01-04T23:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T00:23:03.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MW-nLDuq2P8/TwR6xPzMsXI/AAAAAAAAEIM/QLROut97U1w/s1600/IMG_1294.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MW-nLDuq2P8/TwR6xPzMsXI/AAAAAAAAEIM/QLROut97U1w/s320/IMG_1294.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693810815376601458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey guys!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today got off a bit rocky because I was freaking out a little but I decided to do something to kill some time. Instead of reading, which I should have done instead of watching Gossip Girl, I cleaned up my cupboard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CUPBOARD?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well yes, the cupboard with all my keychains nicely displayed. Hahah! So here are some pictures of all the keychains I have, I realized that the cupboard made it seem like I have a lot of keychains, but in reality, I have really really little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today has also taught me, with a hobby comes great responsibility, simply because I have the duty to clean the place where I display these keychains as well as fill up the empty spaces (though my cupboard is too small it is already very full. But it's partly because of my Jay Chou shrine, and my soft toys).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, today has taught me that procrastinating sucks. I have just finished updating my dog notebook, doing my research and printing pictures of dogs, like, 30 plus okay I should have done this a long time ago yet I procrastinated and now I'm way behind my reading schedule. Today was supposed to be a stay-home-and-read day and yet, &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, in no particular order, here goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CuI9lYBrG6c/TwRzNuaEUwI/AAAAAAAAED8/abdem8G4Ctw/s1600/IMG_2312.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CuI9lYBrG6c/TwRzNuaEUwI/AAAAAAAAED8/abdem8G4Ctw/s320/IMG_2312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693802508536009474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was really popular back when I was in Primary School (I sound so old!) But I used to go to those $1 machines, drop a coin in and turn the knob so that one ball will drop out and reveal the colour I got! I got the limited edition one eh (the glow in the dark one on the extreme left) how lucky am I? ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P7rdkAJP9cY/TwRzNr5ytsI/AAAAAAAAEDs/vS5YbcGpMcg/s1600/IMG_2313.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P7rdkAJP9cY/TwRzNr5ytsI/AAAAAAAAEDs/vS5YbcGpMcg/s320/IMG_2313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693802507863766722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you guys must be like what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sODhC7WMZY4/TwRzNY4tyPI/AAAAAAAAEDk/szKzDeXHFAg/s1600/IMG_2316.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sODhC7WMZY4/TwRzNY4tyPI/AAAAAAAAEDk/szKzDeXHFAg/s320/IMG_2316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693802502758975730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this is my ugly clay thingy which I made in the dragon kiln place that time when there was an excursion there organised by Cedar. I miss Cedar )'; And yes, Owen = Michael Owen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-73Y3GxtwF14/TwRzMzt51WI/AAAAAAAAEDY/MnBje3YX8dw/s1600/IMG_2317.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-73Y3GxtwF14/TwRzMzt51WI/AAAAAAAAEDY/MnBje3YX8dw/s320/IMG_2317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693802492781516130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had this obsession over the letter J (J for Joyce, J for Jay...) but it was a 三分钟热度 thing thus only three were bought, one for every minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AFeNZw2mENU/TwR0V_vdmUI/AAAAAAAAEEI/muoxa-H-OwI/s1600/IMG_2318.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AFeNZw2mENU/TwR0V_vdmUI/AAAAAAAAEEI/muoxa-H-OwI/s320/IMG_2318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693803750139730242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AWWWWW (';&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n1Irm4dznNI/TwRzM_PNhCI/AAAAAAAAEDM/tKsDF2G0Rf0/s1600/IMG_2319.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n1Irm4dznNI/TwRzM_PNhCI/AAAAAAAAEDM/tKsDF2G0Rf0/s320/IMG_2319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693802495874008098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keychains from Vietnam! I got the couple keychain the time I made a trip to Vietnam and the other Hanoi one was when my brother went (again) this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PDEDru0eUkA/TwR0vtwkQZI/AAAAAAAAEFE/_88N1LwGcvg/s1600/IMG_2320.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PDEDru0eUkA/TwR0vtwkQZI/AAAAAAAAEFE/_88N1LwGcvg/s320/IMG_2320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693804191989121426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keychains I got from attractions in Singapore! Well, I have to give some support to the place I love the most right? ^^ As you can see, one's from Universal Studios (I think this was free though) and one was from Singapore Flyer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VoPMbDHbdgc/TwR0uiwv_BI/AAAAAAAAEEg/jCwavyhcAIo/s1600/IMG_2323.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VoPMbDHbdgc/TwR0uiwv_BI/AAAAAAAAEEg/jCwavyhcAIo/s320/IMG_2323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693804171857230866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After taking the previous photo I realised I had two more Singapore related keychains, the top right hand corner was the one given to us in the goodie bag of NDP 2011 and the bottom right hand corner displayed money of the past which I bought from bugis street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually had this lovely merlion keychain but I somehow lost it. It was merlion in many different colours. Maybe I gave it away I don't know, either way if I see it I think I'm gonna buy it, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_usL6TNZzXQ/TwR0vKo_kNI/AAAAAAAAEE8/rAGOa0CgDf0/s1600/IMG_2321.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_usL6TNZzXQ/TwR0vKo_kNI/AAAAAAAAEE8/rAGOa0CgDf0/s320/IMG_2321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693804182562115794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pandas, where else could these keychains be bought from but from CHINA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FM1Yy-6pTek/TwR0u98MeGI/AAAAAAAAEEs/crvb8dA7mso/s1600/IMG_2322.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FM1Yy-6pTek/TwR0u98MeGI/AAAAAAAAEEs/crvb8dA7mso/s320/IMG_2322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693804179152992354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Disneyland collections, seems so little right? The ones on the left are from Hong Kong Disneyland, the plushie was a gift from Vincent, the top small Mickey keychain (next to the Minnie's head keychain) was a gift from Denise Lim and the Minnie's hand keychain was a gift from Sherry. The Mickey keychain with my name on it was from the Disneyland in America, a gift from Shannen, the iron looking keychain was from Paris Disneyland (you can tell from the Eiffel Tower) and the extreme right one was from Tokyo Disneyland. Now is that all the Disneylands in the world? Actually I have no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zPtYExnh3EY/TwR0uepjG4I/AAAAAAAAEEU/Ss2pHI26A8c/s1600/IMG_2324.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zPtYExnh3EY/TwR0uepjG4I/AAAAAAAAEEU/Ss2pHI26A8c/s320/IMG_2324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693804170753284994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These keychains were bought from Taiwan. They didn't really represent Taiwan though, except the star and the heart which represented 野柳, a place where the queen's head was found. Like, the rock went through many years of weathering(?) and it somehow formed a queen's head weird but yeah. And apparently if you haven't seen it yet, you should because many continued weathering has caused the neck of the head to become smaller, decreasing in diameter till one day it'll snap and the queen will be beheaded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-93XmO5Qso/TwR3FjTMS_I/AAAAAAAAEHE/OJtUcSFcJ6A/s1600/IMG_2329.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-93XmO5Qso/TwR3FjTMS_I/AAAAAAAAEHE/OJtUcSFcJ6A/s320/IMG_2329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693806766161939442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keychain from Japan! Cute yet freaky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BMddAIiZBc4/TwR3FlYiWqI/AAAAAAAAEGw/M_5Edj9eDCg/s1600/IMG_2330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BMddAIiZBc4/TwR3FlYiWqI/AAAAAAAAEGw/M_5Edj9eDCg/s320/IMG_2330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693806766721227426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was from India. Cheryl gave me the seashell and I pestered some Indian girl in my class last time to give me the pig she bought from India oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zz14q6ta9Yo/TwR3FR53SFI/AAAAAAAAEGo/4Tk5l4afGsw/s1600/IMG_2331.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zz14q6ta9Yo/TwR3FR53SFI/AAAAAAAAEGo/4Tk5l4afGsw/s320/IMG_2331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693806761492301906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you believe these were from Mongolia? I can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oM8AkmGn2_s/TwR3FMoh7JI/AAAAAAAAEGc/juVn_gy4sTA/s1600/IMG_2333.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oM8AkmGn2_s/TwR3FMoh7JI/AAAAAAAAEGc/juVn_gy4sTA/s320/IMG_2333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693806760077421714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carin gave me this pouch (it's still a keychain sort of!) from Thailand (at least it was made there).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K1oECGY1qBA/TwR3E1HNuYI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/_4WB-L_tQ2M/s1600/IMG_2335.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K1oECGY1qBA/TwR3E1HNuYI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/_4WB-L_tQ2M/s320/IMG_2335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693806753763670402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all these were keychains from my brother's and my latest trip to Europe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J60q-0FkPR8/TwR4xt3IQgI/AAAAAAAAEH8/yCeFrAjMC2Q/s1600/IMG_2336.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J60q-0FkPR8/TwR4xt3IQgI/AAAAAAAAEH8/yCeFrAjMC2Q/s320/IMG_2336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693808624422896130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Australis. The non-identical keychain was a gift from Anais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O0xJmKuryUw/TwR4xRbtrhI/AAAAAAAAEHw/ykC2Tvq7c-k/s1600/IMG_2337.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O0xJmKuryUw/TwR4xRbtrhI/AAAAAAAAEHw/ykC2Tvq7c-k/s320/IMG_2337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693808616791715346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random keychains from last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ftvEVqNmitk/TwR4w-NuczI/AAAAAAAAEHo/YtS4sryjqfI/s1600/IMG_2339.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ftvEVqNmitk/TwR4w-NuczI/AAAAAAAAEHo/YtS4sryjqfI/s320/IMG_2339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693808611632771890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is so cute right! I bought it on impulse when I was a little girl. I still remember I really liked Fann Wong a lot (that was back in those days when SCV was for the privileged only - again, I feel so old). So she had this show where she and this guy each had this keychain and how they said they would meet in the future by showing this keychain that kinda thing you know? So I guess when I was younger I bought this so that my future boyfriend and I would each have half a pair. Funny thing was I never thought of giving it to Vincent at that time. Well, proves something right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5FGDQXIvnVQ/TwR4wod_2AI/AAAAAAAAEHU/IiMoMCjxUaM/s1600/IMG_2340.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5FGDQXIvnVQ/TwR4wod_2AI/AAAAAAAAEHU/IiMoMCjxUaM/s320/IMG_2340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693808605795440642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other random keychains from last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e9bKmufPynU/TwR4wfYt93I/AAAAAAAAEHM/LPFxU6YVhDM/s1600/IMG_2342.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e9bKmufPynU/TwR4wfYt93I/AAAAAAAAEHM/LPFxU6YVhDM/s320/IMG_2342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693808603357378418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the most epic keychains I've ever gotten. You know during the world cup period, this particular brand of potato chips gave out one free keychain in every packet. So being the then-football fanatic and supporting Portugal and Ronaldo, I wanted the Portugal one. Well, the above photo proved two things; 1. the number of packets of chips I ate and 2. I did not get the Portugal flag keychain I was so pissed okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DCFnzgt8XH4/TwR6yUy_VyI/AAAAAAAAEI8/78uMqV8xs8I/s1600/IMG_2343.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DCFnzgt8XH4/TwR6yUy_VyI/AAAAAAAAEI8/78uMqV8xs8I/s320/IMG_2343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693810833897772834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random keychains again although I think they were from China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U7CqpDN2IrM/TwR6yL5mvoI/AAAAAAAAEIw/Km1mMT7JwpE/s1600/IMG_2344.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U7CqpDN2IrM/TwR6yL5mvoI/AAAAAAAAEIw/Km1mMT7JwpE/s320/IMG_2344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693810831509601922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The keychain on the left was bought in Little India and the one on the right, Chinatown. I bought them when I went for an excursion to both places in Primary school. Good times, good times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OTmcTAT9qA0/TwR6xQDxzvI/AAAAAAAAEIo/1NcIFONbSeY/s1600/IMG_2345.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OTmcTAT9qA0/TwR6xQDxzvI/AAAAAAAAEIo/1NcIFONbSeY/s320/IMG_2345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693810815446142706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random keychains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P7MbGNJHcEE/TwR6xQJwVeI/AAAAAAAAEIU/v4oPMhvaubI/s1600/IMG_2346.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P7MbGNJHcEE/TwR6xQJwVeI/AAAAAAAAEIU/v4oPMhvaubI/s320/IMG_2346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693810815471212002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More random keychains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay that's all! I hope I didn't bore you guys, well, I'm guessing I did cos after all, hobbies are boring! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonne nuit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-5800621672533556881?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/5800621672533556881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/pass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/5800621672533556881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/5800621672533556881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/pass.html' title='Pass'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MW-nLDuq2P8/TwR6xPzMsXI/AAAAAAAAEIM/QLROut97U1w/s72-c/IMG_1294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-4104029153008958125</id><published>2012-01-03T20:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T20:14:39.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M76lHHWEWZs/TwLw7EkE6JI/AAAAAAAAEDA/4ZAZF5mFJeM/s1600/IMG_2311.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M76lHHWEWZs/TwLw7EkE6JI/AAAAAAAAEDA/4ZAZF5mFJeM/s320/IMG_2311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693377776577734802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days like these I wished I had someone to just go crazy with. It was fun while it lasted, but nothing lasts forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a confidante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tired,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-4104029153008958125?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/4104029153008958125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/days-like-these-i-wished-i-had-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/4104029153008958125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/4104029153008958125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/days-like-these-i-wished-i-had-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M76lHHWEWZs/TwLw7EkE6JI/AAAAAAAAEDA/4ZAZF5mFJeM/s72-c/IMG_2311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-5528274236102025923</id><published>2012-01-03T02:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T02:12:43.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When will I ever start being nice? Maybe I'll always be a mean person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to be someone I can never become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only day 2 of 2012 and I'm crumbling, throwing in the towel. What's wrong with me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I ever be nice? No wonder I don't receive Christmas presents from Santa-wannabes because I'm always naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, &lt;br /&gt;Joyce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S I don't think I can go out tomorrow sigh. Oh wait technically it's today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-5528274236102025923?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/5528274236102025923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-will-i-ever-start-being-nice-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/5528274236102025923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/5528274236102025923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-will-i-ever-start-being-nice-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-8905879297499435075</id><published>2012-01-02T11:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T11:49:25.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Settled</title><content type='html'>My wedding dress, no matter how expensive it'll cost to rent it, whether I must fly it over to singapore or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simple and classy, and it'll match with a pair of pretty glass slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, it's a Cinderella-inspired wedding dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sASFJfmcSjE/TwEpCl-oOKI/AAAAAAAAEC0/WqkXvsyJRXA/s640/blogger-image-569644540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sASFJfmcSjE/TwEpCl-oOKI/AAAAAAAAEC0/WqkXvsyJRXA/s640/blogger-image-569644540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-8905879297499435075?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/8905879297499435075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/settled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8905879297499435075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8905879297499435075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/settled.html' title='Settled'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sASFJfmcSjE/TwEpCl-oOKI/AAAAAAAAEC0/WqkXvsyJRXA/s72-c/blogger-image-569644540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-229071801856372758</id><published>2012-01-02T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T11:46:49.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take cover;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sgZMpdeZbGE/TwCbXqG3S4I/AAAAAAAAECs/mOv0rhtXj8A/s1600/tumblr_lwh0hl74531r3rmzpo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sgZMpdeZbGE/TwCbXqG3S4I/AAAAAAAAECs/mOv0rhtXj8A/s320/tumblr_lwh0hl74531r3rmzpo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692720759738682242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 1:44am in the morning and I am still awake. It can't be due to jet lag right? Nonsense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I've really changed with this positive mindset I have set for myself over the past few &lt;b&gt;days&lt;/b&gt;. When I said I wanted to change, I guess it was for real. Today I witnessed myself being more tolerant and patient and to control myself. Surprise there. I hope this whole thing actually stays with me throughout the year though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I guess the only reason why I am like this is because of this girl's blog I read, who I won't say but I doubt anyone of you knows her cos she's not my age. She's 21 this year, but she was a Cedarian. Anyway I thought that the way she blogged was really great thus I'm like a secret follower. I think she deserves my admiration, her strength, willpower and courage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today was pretty slack, I spent all my time doing absolutely nothing. Hahaha I feel so guilty for not reading my book I intend to wake up early to read but now, it seems like it is impossible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't really feel like blogging because 1. I don't even think that I have any readers and 2. after writing in Jerow for 9 consecutive days I feel the urge to write rather than type, but I am still too lazy to unlock the lock, silly me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since nothing interesting is happening in my life, that's all for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh you know my uncle is betting on me getting a point range of 6-8 for my Olevels. I feel so comforted because he actually means it unlike my hypocritical aunts, who said that I &lt;b&gt;"confirm can"&lt;/b&gt; get into Hwa Chong which also means I am not good enough to be a Rafflesian, and one even said you cannot get into NJC if you don't get an A1 for English when I clearly said that my English was practically a goner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know for the first statement, you must be thinking, "Hey Hwa Chong is a good school why are you saying that!" but if you see it in my case and the tone, how is Hwa Chong different from Raffles so why can't she use Raffles? AND, please, everyone feels that Raffles sounds more prestigious than Hwa Chong (no offence to Hwa Chong kids). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as for the second statement, all I'm saying is, when did my aunt become the principal of NJC? Right? So yeah I have a very supportive family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: I am not freaking out over my results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-229071801856372758?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/229071801856372758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/take-cover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/229071801856372758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/229071801856372758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/take-cover.html' title='Take cover;'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sgZMpdeZbGE/TwCbXqG3S4I/AAAAAAAAECs/mOv0rhtXj8A/s72-c/tumblr_lwh0hl74531r3rmzpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-5872887145312553706</id><published>2012-01-01T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T14:25:08.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgxlUutlCAo/Tv_5IcrK2UI/AAAAAAAAECg/RfoHxFfYXog/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2012-01-01%2Bat%2BPM%2B02.10.34.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgxlUutlCAo/Tv_5IcrK2UI/AAAAAAAAECg/RfoHxFfYXog/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2012-01-01%2Bat%2BPM%2B02.10.34.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692542377551124802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't know how pretty the pictures I took were until I set one as my desktop picture. I wish that I could stand at the top of the Eiffel Tower and scream my lungs out. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New year starts with a sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a sadder note, the shoutbox I was using does not provide free services anymore sigh. So all my messages in there are gone and I'm back to using the one I used last year. Oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sticks, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-5872887145312553706?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/5872887145312553706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/5872887145312553706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/5872887145312553706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgxlUutlCAo/Tv_5IcrK2UI/AAAAAAAAECg/RfoHxFfYXog/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2012-01-01%2Bat%2BPM%2B02.10.34.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-2138400624607538962</id><published>2012-01-01T01:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T01:42:10.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stone</title><content type='html'>I figured that my friends shouldn't be unhappy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next year I will do all it takes to make my friends smile, even if it means embarrassing myself in public. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course I'll only do that for close friends (I mean why would a non-close friend confide in me anyway?) and that means no JC friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you heard me. I'll treasure all the friendships I've forged in secondary school, but if there's one thing I've learnt is to never have one person you think you can depend on (as a friend). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your sweet words mean practically nothing to me anymore, since "nothing" is also what defines me in your life, oh stop denying the truth. You don't care about me as much as I do about you. So I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more personal friendships in JC. Control yourself Joyce, and remind yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't care, and neither should I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard-hearted,&lt;br /&gt;Joyce. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-2138400624607538962?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/2138400624607538962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/stone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2138400624607538962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2138400624607538962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2012/01/stone.html' title='Stone'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-435499667396222307</id><published>2011-12-30T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T23:22:02.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PJ9UIT3tsRc/Tv3JdZElJDI/AAAAAAAAECU/ZQ1_7nDypSQ/s1600/tumblr_lvkphabPTs1qc6vgqo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PJ9UIT3tsRc/Tv3JdZElJDI/AAAAAAAAECU/ZQ1_7nDypSQ/s320/tumblr_lvkphabPTs1qc6vgqo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691927010849662002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the last Friday of 2011! Hahaha! How time flies. It seems like it was only yesterday when I threw the Bio MCQ paper in my bag and scoffed at it while at the same time going into the theatres to watch Tin tin with Laura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess in almost one day's time, I'll be welcoming a brand new year and getting my first allowance of 2012. Hahaha! An increment of $50! Hahaha! No, this only means I'm getting $200/month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that aside, I think 2011 has been an eventful year. I made new friends, kept old ones, had friends left me and had friends who came back into my life. I had my fair share of ups and downs, and all these little incidents made me stronger and a better person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So throughout this year, I've learnt that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. It's not good to use things/people to substitute other things/people. Okay, mainly people. But all I'm saying is, just because you want to get over someone doesn't mean that you should put someone else in place of this certain someone. It's not fair to the person, whether or not he/she knows it, and you're just trying to run away from the problem instead of facing it headstrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, I ran away from my problems this year, like I always do (run away from problems I mean). But next year, I shan't. Because I know that if I do, the hurt will multiply. And what happens when hurt multiples? You'll feel more hurt, duh. And really, no one likes feeling hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know it's difficult to face your problems head on, but what's there to lose? You may just see the light at the end of the tunnel, or something unexpected (good of course) may happen. You just never know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Sometimes life is just out to get you, so all you have to do is suck it up and move on. I mean, what can you do if you get 10 points for your Olevels, instead of 6 which you've been hoping for? It's there, so cry, face it, and just accept it. Who knows, maybe 10 points might give you something a 6 point card wouldn't. Having said that, these few days I wished that I would get my 6 points, I mean I worked really hard and obviously who doesn't want their hard work to pay off? These few days I wished that I would get my 6 points, so that in my application, number 1 will be Raffles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now why Raffles and not my dream school? Don't ask please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But somehow, I don't know if you guys (or whoever is reading this) know this, but there's this someone in my head, I'm not saying who, and bugging me won't make me tell you. But yes of course he's in Raffles (I have this feeling Best Friend will start wondering who LOL). You know I want to know him, better. Haha weird but hey, I'll just see what life has mapped out for me. If it's meant to be, it's meant to be, if it isn't, well, it isn't. But this is not the reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and by the way, if you are reading this Best Friend, you broke your promise, and I don't know if I should be happy or upset or nonchalant about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. As I mentioned above, I learnt that if it's meant to be, it's meant to be. Yes yes, although it doesn't appear to be this way because we didn't really officially dated, but I got dumped. Yes, I think "dumped" would be the right word, not even "break up" which he used. But you know the girl last year would have said "Fuck you seriously look whatever I said was right. I'm the trial run and you lied." -Just because I managed to make that up doesn't mean I meant it. But the girl today went "Oh that's okay." when he broke the news to me. And why? Because I believe that good things fall apart so that better things can come together (I sound like a Marilyn Monroe). But it's true, I spent the better half of the year hating on someone I should have held on to just because he broke my heart. Hating on someone is so difficult because you actually liked the person a lot, even as a friend. Why hate when you can love, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. When you like someone, just go for it. You never know what might happen. Of course you should just take things slowly and let nature take its course. Be friends first before telling him/her how you feel. Like wait for the perfect time, to make that perfect phone call (tsk) though I'd prefer talking face to face despite the embarrassment being... Greater. But of course, when you like someone, whether you are the girl or the guy, you should grab hold of him/her because you wouldn't want to see him/her be holding someone else's hand just because you missed your golden opportunity. After all, never let the fear of striking out, keep you from playing the game. You'll never know till you try. And if things doesn't work out, at least you know you've tried and you can move on with a peace of mind instead of always wondering "does he/she like me or not?" So why not just take a chance? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learnt how to be a better friend, to not take things for granted and simply to just treasure and cherish every moment - good or bad - of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So before I embark on a whole new chapter of my life. I would like to take this opportunity to apologise to everyone single person I've offended or hurt in the past year. I would like to apologise for my hypocritical remarks made and my hurtful comments I hurled at you on impulse. A thousand apologies to those I've been hating on for the past year, you did not deserve to be hated, no matter how obnoxious you are, just kidding. You just did not deserve to be hated. So there, I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also, I would like to thank everyone for being part of my life: My secondary school friends, my primary school friends, Best friend and everyone who has been there for me, supporting me and making me smile even during the toughest of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in 2012, I promise that I will hate less and love more. I will love my friends and like my enemies, or better still, not have any enemies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try to be more tolerant of the people around me, tolerant and patient, and to hold back my anger by probably counting to ten and taking a deep breath at the same time and of course smile and reply after that - with no sarcasm intended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will throw less tantrums, and be the mature 17-year-old I ought to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will learn how to be more independent, relying less on my mother's card and more on my own savings. Having said that, since I'm going to be receiving $200/month, I aim to save $1600 before spending the rest, and try not to spend my red packet money because I really really need to save every cent I have. Don't ask me why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will focus on my goals and targets, and of course these targets does not include targeting someone of the opposite sex. Hahaha! When life throws lemons at me, I'll just think about how happy I'll be when I become a Vet. I think that'll push me to do my work, if not, I'll think of something else. Hahaha! I'm gonna fill my notebook (do we need note books for JC?) with pictures of my favourite things/people to keep me motivated, that is if I have the time to do it la hahah! I've decorated the book I'm planning to use for GP (so fast right) cos my cousin actually decorated it for me already. The notebook with all my favourite singers inside, although I've decided to change the picture cos they were too BLUR! Need to see a crystal clear face to keep me motivated hahahah!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's to the epilogue of my epic life in 2011, and I hope that 2012 will be another eventful year worth looking back to reminisce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise not to blog tomorrow cos I have to read!!!!! My dog book is just getting interesting cos the dogs seem to be getting cuter and I'm gonna start reading broader perspective too! (Explains the GP notebook) hahah! Though I have doubts cos the GP notebook is quite small can it REALY fit everything in? OH wells. Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Auld lang syne,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-435499667396222307?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/435499667396222307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/435499667396222307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/435499667396222307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PJ9UIT3tsRc/Tv3JdZElJDI/AAAAAAAAECU/ZQ1_7nDypSQ/s72-c/tumblr_lvkphabPTs1qc6vgqo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-4978483721041764383</id><published>2011-12-29T08:36:00.036+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T11:18:04.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Europe~</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am finally back from my trip to Europe! Well, not exactly Europe, just Paris and Brussels. So right now I'm gonna do an ultra long post about the trip! Don't get bored okay! Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before I begin, here are some things that were given to me over the holiday (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: Some of the photos aren't well taken cos I was rushing to take them, especially the stuff I bought hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came home to find three pretty christmas cards sitting on the table, waiting to be opened! Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWh_9ocT3eo/TvvFG_eha-I/AAAAAAAADlc/sn5wtAxLhV4/s1600/IMG_0742.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWh_9ocT3eo/TvvFG_eha-I/AAAAAAAADlc/sn5wtAxLhV4/s320/IMG_0742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691359278022093794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Denise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iDnFo6NvFhY/TvvFGpDrs1I/AAAAAAAADlU/HLUXmTtei-k/s1600/IMG_0741.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iDnFo6NvFhY/TvvFGpDrs1I/AAAAAAAADlU/HLUXmTtei-k/s320/IMG_0741.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691359272003941202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Kathy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o6PgzeHFeiE/TvvFGYR_M_I/AAAAAAAADlI/_FTqY-dBItc/s1600/IMG_0740.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o6PgzeHFeiE/TvvFGYR_M_I/AAAAAAAADlI/_FTqY-dBItc/s320/IMG_0740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691359267500536818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Tan Si Min!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rFotghEf3N8/TvvFHN9zHII/AAAAAAAADls/H9qwyMFh9tQ/s1600/IMG_0743.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rFotghEf3N8/TvvFHN9zHII/AAAAAAAADls/H9qwyMFh9tQ/s320/IMG_0743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691359281911372930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My maid bought these stuff for me from Indonesia hahaha she's so funny! There are 3 pens, two necklaces and bangles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well my brother went all over Europe and he got me some stuff! ^^ (ON REQUEST ONE OKAY)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pQV83xkqAT0/TvvFHtHoP6I/AAAAAAAADl4/4VtDOj_wshw/s1600/IMG_0744.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pQV83xkqAT0/TvvFHtHoP6I/AAAAAAAADl4/4VtDOj_wshw/s320/IMG_0744.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691359290274103202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coins from London Tower and Big Eye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wiG4DaxB3u8/TvvGC1s937I/AAAAAAAADm0/3N49Ipet7FY/s1600/IMG_0746.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wiG4DaxB3u8/TvvGC1s937I/AAAAAAAADm0/3N49Ipet7FY/s320/IMG_0746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691360306190475186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is this green character called ah? I forgot hahaha! It's the one that brittany from Glee was obsessing over right??? From Ireland! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3NMztpm62Y/TvvGCfmK_cI/AAAAAAAADmo/p__JGM2buWM/s1600/IMG_0747.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3NMztpm62Y/TvvGCfmK_cI/AAAAAAAADmo/p__JGM2buWM/s320/IMG_0747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691360300256394690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keychain from London!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cftk2MDLFJA/TvvGCLOioDI/AAAAAAAADmY/vISrKyAGsn8/s1600/IMG_0748.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cftk2MDLFJA/TvvGCLOioDI/AAAAAAAADmY/vISrKyAGsn8/s320/IMG_0748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691360294788571186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big Ben!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rf73OUYs9-E/TvvGB9L4jgI/AAAAAAAADmQ/5MyPjTQ9S9Y/s1600/IMG_0749.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rf73OUYs9-E/TvvGB9L4jgI/AAAAAAAADmQ/5MyPjTQ9S9Y/s320/IMG_0749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691360291019329026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The telephone booth hee hee so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3w3dXhSCVk/TvvGByl2rPI/AAAAAAAADmE/JlXX62xpUNI/s1600/IMG_0750.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3w3dXhSCVk/TvvGByl2rPI/AAAAAAAADmE/JlXX62xpUNI/s320/IMG_0750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691360288175467762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Edinburgh! My cousin's studying there now hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother went to Manchester too, to watch a Man U match. Lucky much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5RX4Kgx9_Yc/TvvG6Sso2RI/AAAAAAAADns/-XFLHEjYFwQ/s1600/IMG_0751.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5RX4Kgx9_Yc/TvvG6Sso2RI/AAAAAAAADns/-XFLHEjYFwQ/s320/IMG_0751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691361258866530578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And THISSSSS! Buckingham Palace Figure! I wanted one of these for a very very long time and I got it! HEE HEE HEE ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay on to MY vacation now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I let photos speak for themselves with a few captions at the bottom, I just want to abolish all... Thoughts? Imaginations? Whatever that Paris is the best place to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;IT IS NOT&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well to me. Firstly, I think that security there is like crap. It probably doesn't even exist. And I can't blame the fact the the trains have been running for centuries (lol) but at least they should upgrade the trains right? The trains are filthy. And you are allowed to eat on the train. I saw this dude who ate chestnut (like those roasted ones) on the train. Guess where the shells went? LOL. On the train ground okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you can actually get free rides on the train by jumping over the gantry... IF you dare. Homeless people sleep at the railway platforms. Scary much? The rest I will elaborate as I talk about the days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Paris is definitely &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; the City of Love. Actually I think every city is a city of love if you just so happen to find love there lol. But to me, it was MEHHHH. I only thought that the buildings had the antique feeling and they were beautiful, but after a few days you'll be like, okay they are everywhere not that fantastic anymore. And I did not see any skyscrapers at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I liked their churches. Every single one of them. I think I will never get tired of walking in to a church and looking around, I think I should do that when I have time, walk into all the churches in Europe LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here, photos, plus I shall talk about some of the places to make me seem more pro ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BSs5_4SOR70/TvvG6f9tIuI/AAAAAAAADnk/e6wX0j4jVgE/s1600/IMG_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BSs5_4SOR70/TvvG6f9tIuI/AAAAAAAADnk/e6wX0j4jVgE/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691361262427775714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k_rfp6sD0Jk/TvvG518MitI/AAAAAAAADnc/sqjhmwcmBM0/s1600/IMG_0002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k_rfp6sD0Jk/TvvG518MitI/AAAAAAAADnc/sqjhmwcmBM0/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691361251147156178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I arrived in Paris and travelled on the longest expressway of my life. Well, it's Paris what do you expect? But anyways, I was fascinated by these graffiti. Firstly, it's legal to draw on buildings and on trains (LOL) or so my mother claimed. But actually I doubt it is isn't that vandalism? And secondly, which brainless dude will actually climb all the way up to the roof just to vandalise? Lol. I think that's quite epic maybe he wanted to be like bat man and walk on people's roofs and not get caught LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O-M4yMTieZE/TvvG5vsmSrI/AAAAAAAADnM/bPjAAI8nBNU/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O-M4yMTieZE/TvvG5vsmSrI/AAAAAAAADnM/bPjAAI8nBNU/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691361249471122098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some random building. There will be a lot of photos of random buildings in the first few days cos I was awed by them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-biuGD1XANJo/TvvG5QlyKgI/AAAAAAAADnA/KPDFjncLKEk/s1600/IMG_0006.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-biuGD1XANJo/TvvG5QlyKgI/AAAAAAAADnA/KPDFjncLKEk/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691361241121040898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This showed that Singaporeans should think twice about complaining about the taxi fares. You  know the meter in Paris, it jumps even when the taxi isn't moving. And right, the fare above is not JUST 67.60 EURO you still have to x1.72 to convert it so SGD. You  know my brother's cab fare from the airport to the hotel was 150 EURO? I think I can eke a living in Paris driving cabs. But then again, their standard of living is ULTRA high I feel very gek sim when I had to buy something cos I will keep x2 (like round up from 1.72) to convert the price to SGD and I'll be like "WAH SO EXPENSIVE AH..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-66-W4gMzCFc/TvvJw4q5FdI/AAAAAAAADos/1bzGNzQrZ3E/s1600/IMG_0010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-66-W4gMzCFc/TvvJw4q5FdI/AAAAAAAADos/1bzGNzQrZ3E/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691364395795944914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know I don't even know why I bought Haribo since it can be found in Singapore. I guess I bought it because it was SUPER cheap and the packet was huge! Bigger than the ones in Singapore. Like the standard size x2! And it was less than SGD3 so obviously must grab right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTrf7cwD67g/TvvJwSMz0sI/AAAAAAAADog/hoQRSiTUGqE/s1600/IMG_0012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTrf7cwD67g/TvvJwSMz0sI/AAAAAAAADog/hoQRSiTUGqE/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691364385469223618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Map of the estate I was living in I think. You see, my Europe trip was a free and easy one like we travelled on our own, thus I had to take the subway and see the ugly side of Paris that movies will never reveal. Yuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-blO85zvX-dI/TvvJwKL1gOI/AAAAAAAADoQ/8J5efsNKCfk/s1600/IMG_0013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-blO85zvX-dI/TvvJwKL1gOI/AAAAAAAADoQ/8J5efsNKCfk/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691364383317655778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How their top up card machine look like/ buying a standard ticket machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sCtV7FO4CJg/TvvJv4PeeGI/AAAAAAAADoI/96X-ChmZ3cg/s1600/IMG_0015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sCtV7FO4CJg/TvvJv4PeeGI/AAAAAAAADoI/96X-ChmZ3cg/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691364378501085282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how the standard ticket looks like. It's just one small rectangular card, the black thing is to keep it lol. So NOT environmentally friendly and it gives me this fear of losing it cos it's just so small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1k9WGeDol-M/TvvJv9o6FTI/AAAAAAAADn8/EpLEJzTWoCU/s1600/IMG_0016.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1k9WGeDol-M/TvvJv9o6FTI/AAAAAAAADn8/EpLEJzTWoCU/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691364379949929778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More random buildings as I wait for the tour guides AKA my cousin and my brother to figure out the way to our destination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yd9ccY_0SiY/TvvKwHCFP4I/AAAAAAAADpo/tckdpb5o35c/s1600/IMG_0017.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yd9ccY_0SiY/TvvKwHCFP4I/AAAAAAAADpo/tckdpb5o35c/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691365481983065986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, the buildings quite pretty la hor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PU9LLw6JdOk/TvvKwMnHDyI/AAAAAAAADpc/chhbD3HmRmQ/s1600/IMG_0018.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PU9LLw6JdOk/TvvKwMnHDyI/AAAAAAAADpc/chhbD3HmRmQ/s320/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691365483480551202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h18Y8mnS8z4/TvvKvp-sOYI/AAAAAAAADpU/llhse4lpZFc/s1600/IMG_0019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h18Y8mnS8z4/TvvKvp-sOYI/AAAAAAAADpU/llhse4lpZFc/s320/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691365474184214914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We thought this was our destination, but turns out it wasn't. This is actually the...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHhvK7Md9Bc/TvvKvTlMh2I/AAAAAAAADpA/ojmvkTmhnH0/s1600/IMG_0020.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHhvK7Md9Bc/TvvKvTlMh2I/AAAAAAAADpA/ojmvkTmhnH0/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691365468171700066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erh it's called L’église Saint-Eustache. Apparently it's a church, but since we didn't know what church it was we didn't stop to go in. DAMN we should have done that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6tZ2sxnDy9Q/TvvKvS-2J6I/AAAAAAAADo4/hjUsktCWjaQ/s1600/IMG_0021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6tZ2sxnDy9Q/TvvKvS-2J6I/AAAAAAAADo4/hjUsktCWjaQ/s320/IMG_0021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691365468010850210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea what this is, I just took a picture of it for fun LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tlI1cIND_CI/TvvMbZJbSmI/AAAAAAAADqk/P_YjBR8n85k/s1600/IMG_0022.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tlI1cIND_CI/TvvMbZJbSmI/AAAAAAAADqk/P_YjBR8n85k/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691367325091711586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we continued walking and I just continued to snap random shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E87QtgiIcSA/TvvMa5jlpkI/AAAAAAAADqc/yMYXhExiAwA/s1600/IMG_0023.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E87QtgiIcSA/TvvMa5jlpkI/AAAAAAAADqc/yMYXhExiAwA/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691367316611507778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the base of the lamp post. Apparently, there are a lot of these kinda things all over Paris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vspRY-gyC4/TvvMauekGpI/AAAAAAAADqI/ZyNfeEn1zV4/s1600/IMG_0024.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vspRY-gyC4/TvvMauekGpI/AAAAAAAADqI/ZyNfeEn1zV4/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691367313637644946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a lot of statues with horses too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U-jmpUAlWI4/TvvMaW4liGI/AAAAAAAADp8/fRE7kHkDhtg/s1600/IMG_0025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U-jmpUAlWI4/TvvMaW4liGI/AAAAAAAADp8/fRE7kHkDhtg/s320/IMG_0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691367307304339554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, we reached our destination! I think my picture would have been perfect if not for the stupid Christmas tree. Do you know what this building is called?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iY7aKNuyK7Y/TvvMaN7G_FI/AAAAAAAADp0/PGUzaH1l4rs/s1600/IMG_0026.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iY7aKNuyK7Y/TvvMaN7G_FI/AAAAAAAADp0/PGUzaH1l4rs/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691367304899001426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the Notre Dame! It's a Roman Catholic church by the way. It's so pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qq9Ai6j2qSI/TvvNdFjxJpI/AAAAAAAADrg/Mif2CkhCmuc/s1600/IMG_0027.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qq9Ai6j2qSI/TvvNdFjxJpI/AAAAAAAADrg/Mif2CkhCmuc/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691368453704853138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xWMBrr-Fido/TvvNckD0aMI/AAAAAAAADrY/0t1oQw3IuAU/s1600/IMG_0028.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xWMBrr-Fido/TvvNckD0aMI/AAAAAAAADrY/0t1oQw3IuAU/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691368444712478914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother crashed my photo -.- But wait, this is not the notre dame hahaha it's another random building opposite the notre dame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9CGoyWgwFs0/TvvNcUzen0I/AAAAAAAADrI/7LFlAtgb8bQ/s1600/IMG_0029.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9CGoyWgwFs0/TvvNcUzen0I/AAAAAAAADrI/7LFlAtgb8bQ/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691368440617410370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lqbKtS3KD88/TvvNcBS9_7I/AAAAAAAADrA/ic6E2LWhONc/s1600/IMG_0030.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lqbKtS3KD88/TvvNcBS9_7I/AAAAAAAADrA/ic6E2LWhONc/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691368435380780978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some carved out things on the walls of the Notre Dame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dwJ7udaNkbo/TvvNb7HZKoI/AAAAAAAADqw/lom023XywDY/s1600/IMG_0031.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dwJ7udaNkbo/TvvNb7HZKoI/AAAAAAAADqw/lom023XywDY/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691368433721617026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside the Notre Dame, it's actually pretty dark in there, or rather, every church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I30t63BxsZU/TvvOZvpl0eI/AAAAAAAADsE/qlaRirW8vy4/s1600/IMG_0035.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I30t63BxsZU/TvvOZvpl0eI/AAAAAAAADsE/qlaRirW8vy4/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691369495795716578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Candles as offerings, and of course you have to pay for them. Like 2 EURO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu6Nl5pQVmg/TvvOZdKnKII/AAAAAAAADr0/0Lbxeznuth4/s1600/IMG_0037.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu6Nl5pQVmg/TvvOZdKnKII/AAAAAAAADr0/0Lbxeznuth4/s320/IMG_0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691369490833942658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZ8te6oJoTM/TvvOY_CVbCI/AAAAAAAADrs/_CMpH3s-NwE/s1600/IMG_0039.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZ8te6oJoTM/TvvOY_CVbCI/AAAAAAAADrs/_CMpH3s-NwE/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691369482746162210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised that if I upload all the pictures, it'll be 600+... So how ah? Hahaha! Heck care la hor. just look at the photos all very pretty one, although my photography skills is like, shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4qJ9S9uPGM/TvvPVQsZQBI/AAAAAAAADtM/hCtY8GfTqZQ/s1600/IMG_0041.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4qJ9S9uPGM/TvvPVQsZQBI/AAAAAAAADtM/hCtY8GfTqZQ/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691370518278127634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the glass paintings in the church. So pretty right? Better than the ones in out churches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xh-V1-h_fBg/TvvPVPEdpdI/AAAAAAAADtA/CoAstGaMTEw/s1600/IMG_0056.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xh-V1-h_fBg/TvvPVPEdpdI/AAAAAAAADtA/CoAstGaMTEw/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691370517842208210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we dined here. Can you see my cousin and my mother? Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9N7gmsFCH-I/TvvPU31JhEI/AAAAAAAADs0/gGr8os-hJN8/s1600/IMG_0054.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9N7gmsFCH-I/TvvPU31JhEI/AAAAAAAADs0/gGr8os-hJN8/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691370511603958850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ordered hot chocolate which was yummy. It tasted better than Milo lor seriously. And I ate bread, not worth mentioning gah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met a pickpocket, or at least I thought I did. Cos we were at the subway on our way back to the hotel. Then we heard some screaming and shouting and then before we knew it this girl ran into my brother but she maintained her balance and her speed thus she sped off quickly, looking back occasionally. Behind her was this dude that also ran into my brother and he unfortunately fell, but he was chasing after the girl I guess. And he had his suitcase with him, so I figured he was on his way to the hotel he lived in when he was pickpocketed (LOL) by a girl. And the girl looked as young as me? So poor thing, maybe she's an orphan or something IDK. You know the beggars there right, they are super young, well some of them, like in their early 20s, but they are jobless thus they sit on the streets and beg. Some bring a dog with them to gain sympathy, while others play music on the train and at the end of it collect some coins in return for their "entertainment". So poor thing, and you can never see such things in Singapore either so I guess it was an eye-opener in a way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-osn1hlvy_4Y/TvvPUGE-DPI/AAAAAAAADsc/AxzoURlKEXQ/s1600/IMG_0061.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-osn1hlvy_4Y/TvvPUGE-DPI/AAAAAAAADsc/AxzoURlKEXQ/s320/IMG_0061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691370498248543474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was how I looked like in Paris, or rather, EVERYDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iKn4EmyqU2g/TvvQc3wVSwI/AAAAAAAADuI/PJNmyfsFNcA/s1600/IMG_0068.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iKn4EmyqU2g/TvvQc3wVSwI/AAAAAAAADuI/PJNmyfsFNcA/s320/IMG_0068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691371748534340354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess where I'm heading to today!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-257F0VoAg3o/TvvQclb1ZyI/AAAAAAAADt8/1jBOQHFEB9k/s1600/IMG_0069.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-257F0VoAg3o/TvvQclb1ZyI/AAAAAAAADt8/1jBOQHFEB9k/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691371743616526114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The view of the Eiffel Tower as I walked towards it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ySDuqOjikM0/TvvQcDSd0WI/AAAAAAAADt0/M3-tO1KPMug/s1600/IMG_0071.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ySDuqOjikM0/TvvQcDSd0WI/AAAAAAAADt0/M3-tO1KPMug/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691371734450426210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my way to the Eiffel Tower, I had to stop to pee. And look how cool the toilet is!!! It's free too you know! So convenient! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zoQAzSxZTgU/TvvQb98oSpI/AAAAAAAADtg/tak3oie2adU/s1600/IMG_0086.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zoQAzSxZTgU/TvvQb98oSpI/AAAAAAAADtg/tak3oie2adU/s320/IMG_0086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691371733016660626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More pictures of the Eiffel Tower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSbqN5FPCbY/TvvQbzLKjLI/AAAAAAAADtY/SVmnS5SggDI/s1600/IMG_0074.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSbqN5FPCbY/TvvQbzLKjLI/AAAAAAAADtY/SVmnS5SggDI/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691371730124836018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Puub456m3EI/TvvRPxTPpJI/AAAAAAAADvM/DTPWs-XoAYY/s1600/IMG_0091.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Puub456m3EI/TvvRPxTPpJI/AAAAAAAADvM/DTPWs-XoAYY/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691372622975050898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We climbed up some literature artsy-fartsy building like, how to say ah, it was higher up la so we climbed and took more pictures of the Eiffel Tower! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were at the literature building, there were a lot of non-caucasian people there, and they were loitering around in small groups. APPARENTLY, they are looking out for victims to steal their stuff then they'll pass it around each other and before you know it, your stuff is *poof* gone. So scary can I was walking around with my guard super up. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HBhUxmr3Ts/TvvRPzeFiMI/AAAAAAAADu4/KlcvldPE1UM/s1600/IMG_0104.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HBhUxmr3Ts/TvvRPzeFiMI/AAAAAAAADu4/KlcvldPE1UM/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691372623557396674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So pretty right the sky?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJnpZWgx7ZI/TvvRPMkE-XI/AAAAAAAADuo/ZsPIvY8nnRs/s1600/IMG_0107.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJnpZWgx7ZI/TvvRPMkE-XI/AAAAAAAADuo/ZsPIvY8nnRs/s320/IMG_0107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691372613113543026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to a Christmas market! There are lots of these kinda things all over Europe apparently. And look at the food sold there!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-euFTXcBMPIM/TvvRPOVnH8I/AAAAAAAADuY/7c-FgAQgmWI/s1600/IMG_0108.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-euFTXcBMPIM/TvvRPOVnH8I/AAAAAAAADuY/7c-FgAQgmWI/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691372613589737410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CNraEZb6gqs/TvvRPsZKxTI/AAAAAAAADuw/yskpxDp2Qug/s1600/IMG_0105.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CNraEZb6gqs/TvvRPsZKxTI/AAAAAAAADuw/yskpxDp2Qug/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691372621657720114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGskPCtnUKo/TvvSK3aRFYI/AAAAAAAADwI/lHco6Hpl8Cg/s1600/IMG_0113.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGskPCtnUKo/TvvSK3aRFYI/AAAAAAAADwI/lHco6Hpl8Cg/s320/IMG_0113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691373638227400066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More of the Eiffel Tower before we headed up! This photo very nice right! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zLH91vblC04/TvvSKvCGkCI/AAAAAAAADv4/VaUHnRfs68Q/s1600/IMG_0122.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zLH91vblC04/TvvSKvCGkCI/AAAAAAAADv4/VaUHnRfs68Q/s320/IMG_0122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691373635978563618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The view from the Eiffel Tower! The sad thing was that I only went up to the second level. I think it would be quite cool to go all the way up, you know? But it was TOO cold. The wind was icy and chilly and harsh. So my advice is to go Paris during Spring/Summer/Autumn. Then go see the sun set also quite nice one! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WJpYtBwaYzU/TvvSKK-CwpI/AAAAAAAADvs/MeNTFouRvE8/s1600/IMG_0126.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WJpYtBwaYzU/TvvSKK-CwpI/AAAAAAAADvs/MeNTFouRvE8/s320/IMG_0126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691373626297860754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t2e_71GFipk/TvvSJ_hhKYI/AAAAAAAADvc/2e-Vh1fmpK4/s1600/IMG_0138.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t2e_71GFipk/TvvSJ_hhKYI/AAAAAAAADvc/2e-Vh1fmpK4/s320/IMG_0138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691373623225428354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was time for lunch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cBE2dk4gS3Y/TvvTHhzgGdI/AAAAAAAADw0/vIoO3jKTIzg/s1600/IMG_0147.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cBE2dk4gS3Y/TvvTHhzgGdI/AAAAAAAADw0/vIoO3jKTIzg/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691374680399682002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old man crashed my photo pccch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DRy6SZj-_EI/TvvSJ6pHy2I/AAAAAAAADvU/FuyW7wJmTYc/s1600/IMG_0144.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DRy6SZj-_EI/TvvSJ6pHy2I/AAAAAAAADvU/FuyW7wJmTYc/s320/IMG_0144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691373621915143010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escargots! This tasted better than those found in Singapore I don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EwTSNJXbCPA/TvvTH30nGBI/AAAAAAAADxE/Ic1PIJKifSA/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EwTSNJXbCPA/TvvTH30nGBI/AAAAAAAADxE/Ic1PIJKifSA/s320/IMG_0146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691374686309914642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate this and it was super delicious. It's beef and mashed potato, well sort of mashed potato. No, it's baked potato. And the cream they used for the potato was sour cream and onion it's like eating baked potato chips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4IV2HHyNwc/TvvTHITPYZI/AAAAAAAADwo/n1CKaA7jNe4/s1600/IMG_0153.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4IV2HHyNwc/TvvTHITPYZI/AAAAAAAADwo/n1CKaA7jNe4/s320/IMG_0153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691374673553482130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we walked down and we saw the Arc of Triumph/Arc de Triomphe. Apparently. it was built by Napoleon when he was reigning. Like, he conquered most parts of Europe that time lol. So he built this. It honoured all soldiers who fought in the war too. My cousin told me one. Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aRoz95wWZ0Q/TvvTHF-bsLI/AAAAAAAADwY/W6L7QJ4Q68c/s1600/IMG_0154.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aRoz95wWZ0Q/TvvTHF-bsLI/AAAAAAAADwY/W6L7QJ4Q68c/s320/IMG_0154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691374672929337522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_syhE6Gjlps/TvvTG5bXNpI/AAAAAAAADwQ/bor3OOXTiHU/s1600/IMG_0159.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_syhE6Gjlps/TvvTG5bXNpI/AAAAAAAADwQ/bor3OOXTiHU/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691374669561018002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we walked past this market. This thing looks damn gross and I think it's mushroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PJyqURRtf4I/TvvUjMrqvqI/AAAAAAAADx8/IQyaHyNTnSs/s1600/IMG_0161.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PJyqURRtf4I/TvvUjMrqvqI/AAAAAAAADx8/IQyaHyNTnSs/s320/IMG_0161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691376255277645474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chicken seller posing a shot for me haha! Look at the way he cooked the chicken so interesting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-McbXxrI1MJk/TvvUi2qAd3I/AAAAAAAADxw/BHQzgHsYHNk/s1600/IMG_0177.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-McbXxrI1MJk/TvvUi2qAd3I/AAAAAAAADxw/BHQzgHsYHNk/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691376249365100402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to this shop to buy Macarons. Can you believe that I hated Macarons when I was in Singapore? But the ones I bought was heavenly. It's like, every bite you take you float up to heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n3aW-37DLUo/TvvUib1839I/AAAAAAAADxo/f7ogZasixTo/s1600/IMG_0181.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n3aW-37DLUo/TvvUib1839I/AAAAAAAADxo/f7ogZasixTo/s320/IMG_0181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691376242167439314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we bought 2 chocolate, 2 vanilla, 1 coffee and 1 raspberry flavoured macarons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what's life in Paris without camwhoring? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQCtAYA0U50/TvvUicSGN3I/AAAAAAAADxU/7qAOcQ7Dcf0/s1600/IMG_0186.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQCtAYA0U50/TvvUicSGN3I/AAAAAAAADxU/7qAOcQ7Dcf0/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691376242285492082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M3r9H6L6ObY/TvvUiEgYNQI/AAAAAAAADxM/f60YmjIqN8k/s1600/IMG_0187.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M3r9H6L6ObY/TvvUiEgYNQI/AAAAAAAADxM/f60YmjIqN8k/s320/IMG_0187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691376235902940418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--E9afqdN_-c/TvvU5uIglsI/AAAAAAAADy4/e2q1KP9cn1c/s1600/IMG_0188.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--E9afqdN_-c/TvvU5uIglsI/AAAAAAAADy4/e2q1KP9cn1c/s320/IMG_0188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691376642214106818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HKw7bJk-z6c/TvvU5dhab5I/AAAAAAAADys/qwv5fCUZx2o/s1600/IMG_0189.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HKw7bJk-z6c/TvvU5dhab5I/AAAAAAAADys/qwv5fCUZx2o/s320/IMG_0189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691376637755158418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This photo is the best cos my pinky damn cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EgC8R4XRn-E/TvvU4t9GhtI/AAAAAAAADyg/-sQKJy7haio/s1600/IMG_0197.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EgC8R4XRn-E/TvvU4t9GhtI/AAAAAAAADyg/-sQKJy7haio/s320/IMG_0197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691376624986392274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_6t03h_8Byg/TvvVQ9q1stI/AAAAAAAADz0/8w-_Bs-ZHAQ/s1600/IMG_0202.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_6t03h_8Byg/TvvVQ9q1stI/AAAAAAAADz0/8w-_Bs-ZHAQ/s320/IMG_0202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691377041521619666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHZPdlA8mIY/TvvVQg4NJRI/AAAAAAAADzk/v4iiYs1m6Mc/s1600/IMG_0203.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GHZPdlA8mIY/TvvVQg4NJRI/AAAAAAAADzk/v4iiYs1m6Mc/s320/IMG_0203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691377033793053970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--YeTmHl1hnI/TvvVQYxlkCI/AAAAAAAADzc/aBCo8SCoHmY/s1600/IMG_0204.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--YeTmHl1hnI/TvvVQYxlkCI/AAAAAAAADzc/aBCo8SCoHmY/s320/IMG_0204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691377031617810466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WacqqAsy0y8/TvvU4VVfHVI/AAAAAAAADyU/LLTju6m2bkc/s1600/IMG_0199.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WacqqAsy0y8/TvvU4VVfHVI/AAAAAAAADyU/LLTju6m2bkc/s320/IMG_0199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691376618377780562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UILo9eHK-6c/TvvU4cv_6lI/AAAAAAAADyI/C_OWuiDwmsc/s1600/IMG_0201.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UILo9eHK-6c/TvvU4cv_6lI/AAAAAAAADyI/C_OWuiDwmsc/s320/IMG_0201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691376620368030290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pHKzw44MbhI/TvvVpOLgMRI/AAAAAAAAD0s/mNcRphkmho4/s1600/IMG_0210.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pHKzw44MbhI/TvvVpOLgMRI/AAAAAAAAD0s/mNcRphkmho4/s320/IMG_0210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691377458270449938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3LVVJZMK7UM/TvvVoidJ7GI/AAAAAAAAD0k/8f6OTE4-Qnw/s1600/IMG_0211.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3LVVJZMK7UM/TvvVoidJ7GI/AAAAAAAAD0k/8f6OTE4-Qnw/s320/IMG_0211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691377446533327970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fYtsrDjHnVc/TvvVooVSYSI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/MMkUD6PtsYY/s1600/IMG_0212.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fYtsrDjHnVc/TvvVooVSYSI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/MMkUD6PtsYY/s320/IMG_0212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691377448110940450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kVceZbfjKkA/TvvVP-BqLiI/AAAAAAAADzQ/AAM3t0azbaM/s1600/IMG_0208.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kVceZbfjKkA/TvvVP-BqLiI/AAAAAAAADzQ/AAM3t0azbaM/s320/IMG_0208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691377024437464610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvaDBxxWN-Q/TvvVPjil9fI/AAAAAAAADzE/hzITZoyKu1o/s1600/IMG_0209.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvaDBxxWN-Q/TvvVPjil9fI/AAAAAAAADzE/hzITZoyKu1o/s320/IMG_0209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691377017327842802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It turned out so wrong I don't even wanna pose pictures of it. But here are a few so check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XFmhuSGO68M/TvvVoF5ZLGI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/WlozygJk8Xg/s1600/IMG_0235.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XFmhuSGO68M/TvvVoF5ZLGI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/WlozygJk8Xg/s320/IMG_0235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691377438867139682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qUz2AzM4xBQ/TvvVoFcpr-I/AAAAAAAAD0A/rZGN0bTw5sI/s1600/IMG_0255.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qUz2AzM4xBQ/TvvVoFcpr-I/AAAAAAAAD0A/rZGN0bTw5sI/s320/IMG_0255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691377438746587106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we ended the day with camwhoring shots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay actually the day worth mentioning a little. We went Disneyland, it rained, my brother and mother not happy, thus ruined the whole day. BUT, my cousin and I managed to sit one exhilarating ride, which was space mission. Then after that we were trying to look for out photo on the screen cos usually they will take candid shots while we're on the ride right? Then then then I STARED INTO THE MOST GORGEOUS BLUE EYES ON EARTH. Okay not really la but still, it was so pretty some more the guy so tall. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8uPDFeb2iCo/TvvXJEr8rcI/AAAAAAAAD1s/X6o3RNMXsJI/s1600/IMG_0287.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8uPDFeb2iCo/TvvXJEr8rcI/AAAAAAAAD1s/X6o3RNMXsJI/s320/IMG_0287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691379104989621698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jvmF--MEFNE/TvvXI7R1tmI/AAAAAAAAD1c/qZTaKG1vKSA/s1600/IMG_0288.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jvmF--MEFNE/TvvXI7R1tmI/AAAAAAAAD1c/qZTaKG1vKSA/s320/IMG_0288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691379102464194146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-odMjS5bBJOg/TvvXIo48WII/AAAAAAAAD1U/-zilYR2H7Zw/s1600/IMG_0290.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-odMjS5bBJOg/TvvXIo48WII/AAAAAAAAD1U/-zilYR2H7Zw/s320/IMG_0290.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691379097527933058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were imitating the faces my mum and bro gave at Disneyland, ruining the fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5jc5S6vlwo/TvvXHymYEOI/AAAAAAAAD1I/eV0QeglCpmo/s1600/IMG_0292.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5jc5S6vlwo/TvvXHymYEOI/AAAAAAAAD1I/eV0QeglCpmo/s320/IMG_0292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691379082954543330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq0xO0exQeU/TvvXHzmC4mI/AAAAAAAAD08/ocs049WwCTs/s1600/IMG_0299.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wq0xO0exQeU/TvvXHzmC4mI/AAAAAAAAD08/ocs049WwCTs/s320/IMG_0299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691379083221590626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eiffel Tower polaroid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YfJwcL_BRBQ/TvvZYoCeR8I/AAAAAAAAD2o/D124j892xII/s1600/IMG_0300.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YfJwcL_BRBQ/TvvZYoCeR8I/AAAAAAAAD2o/D124j892xII/s320/IMG_0300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691381571200632770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOHOO I love macro shots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wKhuoHh_Z08/TvvZYGs9tPI/AAAAAAAAD2c/6k5OqV7Cbxg/s1600/IMG_0320.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wKhuoHh_Z08/TvvZYGs9tPI/AAAAAAAAD2c/6k5OqV7Cbxg/s320/IMG_0320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691381562252047602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-niiVIUKprgQ/TvvZX9F1OJI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/WSAPUlTl_8U/s1600/IMG_0321.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-niiVIUKprgQ/TvvZX9F1OJI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/WSAPUlTl_8U/s320/IMG_0321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691381559671994514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 4 was quite uninteresting. Oops. Hahaha! We went to the Louvre. In case you didn't know, people go to the Louvre JUST to look at the Mona Lisa painting. I think Mona Lisa wasn't THAT fantastic please. I thought that the portrait would AT LEAST blow my mind off(?) but I was just like "oh that's it?" But who cares cos I had free admission. Yes, free admission for kids under the age of 18.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IuNgi5NbtrQ/TvvZXo1IphI/AAAAAAAAD2E/0s0R29RdPQA/s1600/IMG_0336.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IuNgi5NbtrQ/TvvZXo1IphI/AAAAAAAAD2E/0s0R29RdPQA/s320/IMG_0336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691381554233255442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CQpECoj27ac/TvvZXevZVOI/AAAAAAAAD14/TQMwhqel-u0/s1600/IMG_0345.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CQpECoj27ac/TvvZXevZVOI/AAAAAAAAD14/TQMwhqel-u0/s320/IMG_0345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691381551524828386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YJCTa25smhU/Tvvae-WH5LI/AAAAAAAAD3k/p6z8I4h-O24/s1600/IMG_0349.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YJCTa25smhU/Tvvae-WH5LI/AAAAAAAAD3k/p6z8I4h-O24/s320/IMG_0349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691382779779474610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favourite statue in the Louvre museum. Why? HAHAHA the statue speaks for itself. Here's a closer look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fXWdMzUJj7A/Tvvacp4kzII/AAAAAAAAD3Y/8FlWKvqCtKY/s1600/IMG_0351.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fXWdMzUJj7A/Tvvacp4kzII/AAAAAAAAD3Y/8FlWKvqCtKY/s320/IMG_0351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691382739927092354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pity I didn't know why this was carved out in such a way, I think there were four of these standing in a circle. Everything in the Louvre was in French! So... biased!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UbFExeawgtE/Tvvacv2fQNI/AAAAAAAAD3M/EtWplXoiryM/s1600/IMG_0356.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UbFExeawgtE/Tvvacv2fQNI/AAAAAAAAD3M/EtWplXoiryM/s320/IMG_0356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691382741528953042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also learnt how to take good photos in France from my brother. For example, you see the above photo? I took it in such a way that there is a gap at the left of the photo to make it seem like the statue is looking at something there, right right? My brother teach me one. Hahaha! Just like how he taught me about the IOS crap which was so annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bW5Yp8uYU8/TvvacB_wuQI/AAAAAAAAD3E/6v0sD5HtFZ8/s1600/IMG_0368.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bW5Yp8uYU8/TvvacB_wuQI/AAAAAAAAD3E/6v0sD5HtFZ8/s320/IMG_0368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691382729219815682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, Mona Lisa. So small. PCCCCCCH. Apparently, it's covered with a bullet proof glass HAHAHA well it is the most famous painting in the world after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cqMeO0QQGpo/TvvacF1nIkI/AAAAAAAAD20/4oYSPWvHvvo/s1600/IMG_1220.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cqMeO0QQGpo/TvvacF1nIkI/AAAAAAAAD20/4oYSPWvHvvo/s320/IMG_1220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691382730250986050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken using a vintage camera from my Iphone! Do you know why I said it is small? Look at this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xBQ2a0IDnXA/TvvbYitnQNI/AAAAAAAAD3w/uRMRNf45-Yk/s1600/IMG_0371.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xBQ2a0IDnXA/TvvbYitnQNI/AAAAAAAAD3w/uRMRNf45-Yk/s320/IMG_0371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691383768794218706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cannot even fit the frame into the photo. Now &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; is impressive please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3byIXyOEyfY/TvvbzcDkiiI/AAAAAAAAD4s/UWxcmJDm-Dg/s1600/IMG_0383.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3byIXyOEyfY/TvvbzcDkiiI/AAAAAAAAD4s/UWxcmJDm-Dg/s320/IMG_0383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691384230863735330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a photo of myself while waiting for tickets hee hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NGzx9EuUjaQ/TvvbzOm_FdI/AAAAAAAAD4c/Xqa15ZmMAU4/s1600/IMG_0393.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NGzx9EuUjaQ/TvvbzOm_FdI/AAAAAAAAD4c/Xqa15ZmMAU4/s320/IMG_0393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691384227254179282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See quite artistic right the photo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwFwA_xgBtM/Tvvby7pKJtI/AAAAAAAAD4U/vqVZhkfdjH8/s1600/IMG_0395.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwFwA_xgBtM/Tvvby7pKJtI/AAAAAAAAD4U/vqVZhkfdjH8/s320/IMG_0395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691384222163019474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LUNCH! Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HiG-VFrUG08/TvvbyWPshuI/AAAAAAAAD4M/1mkowm2x_HM/s1600/IMG_0401.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HiG-VFrUG08/TvvbyWPshuI/AAAAAAAAD4M/1mkowm2x_HM/s320/IMG_0401.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691384212124108514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Montmartre after visiting the Louvre. Apparently. Montmartre is the hill the church I went to is called...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9B9F1MG1dIA/TvvbyTTS7cI/AAAAAAAAD38/PJDYwtTVQTc/s1600/IMG_0406.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9B9F1MG1dIA/TvvbyTTS7cI/AAAAAAAAD38/PJDYwtTVQTc/s320/IMG_0406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691384211333901762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basilique du Sacré-Cœur/Basilica of the Sacred Heart of Paris. It's another Roman Catholic church. This photo was taken at the base of Montmartre. There were a lot of non-caucasions there trying to earn money by tying a string on your wrist, claiming that it gives you good luck and claiming that it's free, but none of them is true after the string is on your wrist LOL.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qGGgzYYLtxw/TvvdH94lC1I/AAAAAAAAD5o/eXlTkoleiYg/s1600/IMG_0407.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qGGgzYYLtxw/TvvdH94lC1I/AAAAAAAAD5o/eXlTkoleiYg/s320/IMG_0407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691385683053448018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7hUTMzKlK_Q/TvvdHhIGVUI/AAAAAAAAD5c/m6fONMLHtgU/s1600/IMG_0410.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7hUTMzKlK_Q/TvvdHhIGVUI/AAAAAAAAD5c/m6fONMLHtgU/s320/IMG_0410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691385675333915970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UcaQ4KDn65Q/TvvdG_5oS6I/AAAAAAAAD5U/KsXZRT5slBY/s1600/IMG_0411.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UcaQ4KDn65Q/TvvdG_5oS6I/AAAAAAAAD5U/KsXZRT5slBY/s320/IMG_0411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691385666414857122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The view from Montmartre. Apparently, Montmartre is also famous for portrait drawing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YphaYu3s4j0/TvvdG255quI/AAAAAAAAD5A/m0Howop8nFg/s1600/IMG_0421.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YphaYu3s4j0/TvvdG255quI/AAAAAAAAD5A/m0Howop8nFg/s320/IMG_0421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691385664000076514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I had my portrait done by a South Korean man for 25 EURO. It was initially 60 EURO okay! Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TaD03kwW_eQ/TvvdGyT-S_I/AAAAAAAAD44/bbOnTuO9c9E/s1600/IMG_0764.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TaD03kwW_eQ/TvvdGyT-S_I/AAAAAAAAD44/bbOnTuO9c9E/s320/IMG_0764.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691385662767254514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it looked something like this! I requested for red hee hee. Look like me not? ^^ Just without the mole lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went for dinner, without the cousins, just my brother, my mother and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zkbTkwoDyhY/Tvvd-7ZgZrI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/O7UyxA1sxZA/s1600/IMG_0426.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zkbTkwoDyhY/Tvvd-7ZgZrI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/O7UyxA1sxZA/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691386627279054514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDGY7M90e3g/Tvvd-q0Jm9I/AAAAAAAAD6I/cAjcvX5Jo8g/s1600/IMG_0433.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDGY7M90e3g/Tvvd-q0Jm9I/AAAAAAAAD6I/cAjcvX5Jo8g/s320/IMG_0433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691386622827404242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escargots again!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-edOSdRniILg/Tvvd-yn5CXI/AAAAAAAAD6c/HksdWxSaGSQ/s1600/IMG_0431.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-edOSdRniILg/Tvvd-yn5CXI/AAAAAAAAD6c/HksdWxSaGSQ/s320/IMG_0431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691386624923470194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate spaghetti with Foie Gras. Foie Gras is the cheem way of saying goose liver. Hahaha! Which is a delicacy apparently. But I don't really like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 5&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Brussels!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really epic, because the night before, my mother took out the train tickets to check and she realised, my brother booked November instead of December LOL. She had a panic attack okay lol. SGD900+ gone eh. But I hope there'll be a refund. Because of this I didn't buy the LV bag that I wanted which cost like SGD 800+ (after tax refund and everything). But it was okay because... HEE HEE ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we still managed to catch a train t Brussels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7zMke4oNBX0/Tvvd-foLRdI/AAAAAAAAD6A/v1lr8FimIJI/s1600/IMG_0446.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7zMke4oNBX0/Tvvd-foLRdI/AAAAAAAAD6A/v1lr8FimIJI/s320/IMG_0446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691386619824391634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GzCgYDVKB64/Tvvd-KZ1n2I/AAAAAAAAD50/8xq3KyZC0VQ/s1600/IMG_0455.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GzCgYDVKB64/Tvvd-KZ1n2I/AAAAAAAAD50/8xq3KyZC0VQ/s320/IMG_0455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691386614127107938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little boy so cute right? His brothers also very cute ^^ Older brothers, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-85sCjSqq3Ng/TvvfOAIEpuI/AAAAAAAAD7k/U8nAQ8EELWA/s1600/IMG_0460.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-85sCjSqq3Ng/TvvfOAIEpuI/AAAAAAAAD7k/U8nAQ8EELWA/s320/IMG_0460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691387985757775586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the hotel in Brussels. It's called Le Meridien. AND IT WAS THE WORST HOTEL EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eYKDz_cdWG0/TvvfN8onepI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/JraiYdbnSpc/s1600/IMG_0461.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eYKDz_cdWG0/TvvfN8onepI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/JraiYdbnSpc/s320/IMG_0461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691387984820533906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EcQq0NYGIDQ/TvvfN7suewI/AAAAAAAAD7I/XzPx0Cbydcc/s1600/IMG_0465.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EcQq0NYGIDQ/TvvfN7suewI/AAAAAAAAD7I/XzPx0Cbydcc/s320/IMG_0465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691387984569334530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9MZawmJRebw/TvvfNCjWyXI/AAAAAAAAD68/_NEXT-HstgM/s1600/IMG_0467.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9MZawmJRebw/TvvfNCjWyXI/AAAAAAAAD68/_NEXT-HstgM/s320/IMG_0467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691387969229212018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKjEUXuQRBg/TvvfNM1We4I/AAAAAAAAD6w/dqQDrPL-0mY/s1600/IMG_0481.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKjEUXuQRBg/TvvfNM1We4I/AAAAAAAAD6w/dqQDrPL-0mY/s320/IMG_0481.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691387971989044098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yc9LNmgqNsI/Tvvfy4PfhYI/AAAAAAAAD8c/bfyh-zWKyzQ/s1600/IMG_0476.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yc9LNmgqNsI/Tvvfy4PfhYI/AAAAAAAAD8c/bfyh-zWKyzQ/s320/IMG_0476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691388619296572802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5FPGSNNzm8Q/TvvfyYXu9nI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/Om6o6L5bCiE/s1600/IMG_0486.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5FPGSNNzm8Q/TvvfyYXu9nI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/Om6o6L5bCiE/s320/IMG_0486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691388610741204594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g6nr92ke15M/TvvfyJIy7BI/AAAAAAAAD8A/dVjdqxph_iI/s1600/IMG_0487.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g6nr92ke15M/TvvfyJIy7BI/AAAAAAAAD8A/dVjdqxph_iI/s320/IMG_0487.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691388606652017682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H_-85qRxZbU/Tvvfx1c_2EI/AAAAAAAAD74/vOBTpY9vraM/s1600/IMG_0520.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H_-85qRxZbU/Tvvfx1c_2EI/AAAAAAAAD74/vOBTpY9vraM/s320/IMG_0520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691388601368041538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After camwhoring, we had lunch at this restaurant. Apparently, it was in the Michelin guide which means 1. The food is fantastically awesome and delicious and 2. It'll burn a big hole in your pocket. And also right, when you go to this restaurant, you have to pay for Ketchup and Mustard we were like WHUTTTTTTT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6Zz1yYbCw8/Tvvfx_4pnLI/AAAAAAAAD7s/R4rvpTzC39I/s1600/IMG_0515.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6Zz1yYbCw8/Tvvfx_4pnLI/AAAAAAAAD7s/R4rvpTzC39I/s320/IMG_0515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691388604168379570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chose salmon. And omg, it was another floating to heaven moment lor. You look at the photo also can drool already. Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we visited this church. I think my photo made it look like a haunted mansion LOL CHOY!!! It's the St. Michael and St. Gudula Cathedral. It's another Roman Catholic church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h_QQVWl_yJg/Tvvi6z8HutI/AAAAAAAAD9U/rTuujZ3xNB0/s1600/IMG_0536.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h_QQVWl_yJg/Tvvi6z8HutI/AAAAAAAAD9U/rTuujZ3xNB0/s320/IMG_0536.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691392054115416786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TjoSGFt8W5c/Tvvi6q1-9cI/AAAAAAAAD9M/oxIKlIPMSlk/s1600/IMG_0538.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TjoSGFt8W5c/Tvvi6q1-9cI/AAAAAAAAD9M/oxIKlIPMSlk/s320/IMG_0538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691392051673757122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_WHkEuyLpLg/Tvvi58YKndI/AAAAAAAAD9A/KvUAoft9dKQ/s1600/IMG_0543.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_WHkEuyLpLg/Tvvi58YKndI/AAAAAAAAD9A/KvUAoft9dKQ/s320/IMG_0543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691392039200660946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--3NDXR5gEuo/Tvvi5wlV3fI/AAAAAAAAD8w/pwJ7LEy2nvE/s1600/IMG_0546.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--3NDXR5gEuo/Tvvi5wlV3fI/AAAAAAAAD8w/pwJ7LEy2nvE/s320/IMG_0546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691392036034698738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently some royal wedding was held here I think let me go check it out!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I can't find anything about it pccch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay moving on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 6!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went on a city tour to some place I forgot hahaha! I was just busy snapping photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a8p6nMcNLGE/Tvvi5j1THMI/AAAAAAAAD8o/Bxu8W-YXUQw/s1600/IMG_0566.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a8p6nMcNLGE/Tvvi5j1THMI/AAAAAAAAD8o/Bxu8W-YXUQw/s320/IMG_0566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691392032611966146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too many churches I've forgotten all the names of these churches! But something special about this church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HVaNXy8MU70/TvvkR2ZX8CI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/NxDiG1S-qGE/s1600/IMG_0571.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HVaNXy8MU70/TvvkR2ZX8CI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/NxDiG1S-qGE/s320/IMG_0571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691393549423603746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this dude playing the organ! And when he played it, the whole cathedral was filled with music. Felt so grand and solemn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_pHdx9mI3iw/TvvkRoZU3jI/AAAAAAAAD-I/od9Ozh78NFQ/s1600/IMG_0577.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_pHdx9mI3iw/TvvkRoZU3jI/AAAAAAAAD-I/od9Ozh78NFQ/s320/IMG_0577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691393545665306162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So cute right? ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCe-uRUPRko/TvvkRV1_0_I/AAAAAAAAD94/4Y0VByr_YRw/s1600/IMG_0578.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCe-uRUPRko/TvvkRV1_0_I/AAAAAAAAD94/4Y0VByr_YRw/s320/IMG_0578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691393540685288434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gw8SjgXsP_s/TvvkRV46OdI/AAAAAAAAD9s/wJrrL7kHX-w/s1600/IMG_0580.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gw8SjgXsP_s/TvvkRV46OdI/AAAAAAAAD9s/wJrrL7kHX-w/s320/IMG_0580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691393540697504210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently this is the river of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PfQdmtTLFFs/TvvkRJFVP1I/AAAAAAAAD9k/xb2tqWd5Dd0/s1600/IMG_0582.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PfQdmtTLFFs/TvvkRJFVP1I/AAAAAAAAD9k/xb2tqWd5Dd0/s320/IMG_0582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691393537259945810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carriage! Though the horses stink, I wanted to sit on one! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uRaRR70Zsfs/Tvvl2428JkI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/ywHO2ffNju8/s1600/IMG_0589.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uRaRR70Zsfs/Tvvl2428JkI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/ywHO2ffNju8/s320/IMG_0589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691395285251270210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random photo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had lunch. In Brussels, you eat mussels lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Zkl4xwgqRg/Tvvl2u8oFDI/AAAAAAAAD_E/eh10OWhKx1I/s1600/IMG_0598.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Zkl4xwgqRg/Tvvl2u8oFDI/AAAAAAAAD_E/eh10OWhKx1I/s320/IMG_0598.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691395282590766130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One big pot of mussels. I think after eating this some people will have super high cholesterol. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4-Olsip7ZqI/Tvvl2SYk0cI/AAAAAAAAD-4/NCk3GhsBiak/s1600/IMG_0600.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4-Olsip7ZqI/Tvvl2SYk0cI/AAAAAAAAD-4/NCk3GhsBiak/s320/IMG_0600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691395274923364802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ordered this! I think it's beef. And it was a huge piece, or rather, a thick piece. Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSMVjdG1dA/Tvvl2HorrjI/AAAAAAAAD-s/mTtXBEGCzds/s1600/IMG_0603.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9KSMVjdG1dA/Tvvl2HorrjI/AAAAAAAAD-s/mTtXBEGCzds/s320/IMG_0603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691395272038133298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snow globes! I love snow globes! I think I should start collecting them too! Apart from my keychains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wcRcPMMUcrg/Tvvl113RKEI/AAAAAAAAD-g/qmdyZ8KLvw4/s1600/IMG_0638.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wcRcPMMUcrg/Tvvl113RKEI/AAAAAAAAD-g/qmdyZ8KLvw4/s320/IMG_0638.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691395267267471426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owFedAcnaYw/Tvvm0jTeefI/AAAAAAAAEAM/Gp8va4479rw/s1600/IMG_0619.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owFedAcnaYw/Tvvm0jTeefI/AAAAAAAAEAM/Gp8va4479rw/s320/IMG_0619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691396344617269746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally loved this photo. Though I think my brother would have taken a nicer shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NeegREKwGEE/Tvvm0ToWuDI/AAAAAAAAEAA/ofCzeDcSBg8/s1600/IMG_0623.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NeegREKwGEE/Tvvm0ToWuDI/AAAAAAAAEAA/ofCzeDcSBg8/s320/IMG_0623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691396340409874482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna live in a house like this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wdpMiO3Cons/Tvvm0ZvW2fI/AAAAAAAAD_0/TQo3g8IVtxk/s1600/IMG_0647.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wdpMiO3Cons/Tvvm0ZvW2fI/AAAAAAAAD_0/TQo3g8IVtxk/s320/IMG_0647.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691396342049855986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;White horse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 7!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TI8EVZmwatA/Tvvm0MxR0AI/AAAAAAAAD_o/H-V-EkenhLI/s1600/IMG_0658.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TI8EVZmwatA/Tvvm0MxR0AI/AAAAAAAAD_o/H-V-EkenhLI/s320/IMG_0658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691396338568253442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Antwerpn (I can't spell it). This is how the train station looked like. So nice la. Like a museum LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the shops there were closed cos it was Christmas, but after so long, I finally got to eat CHINESE food!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-OO-6JFOfM/Tvvmz_12WdI/AAAAAAAAD_c/nnW4ObIp31U/s1600/IMG_0661.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-OO-6JFOfM/Tvvmz_12WdI/AAAAAAAAD_c/nnW4ObIp31U/s320/IMG_0661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691396335097764306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at the duck. Mouth watering eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aVAsJ6dJXZw/TvvnulEG5pI/AAAAAAAAEA8/4txrKZ-oeP4/s1600/IMG_0767.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aVAsJ6dJXZw/TvvnulEG5pI/AAAAAAAAEA8/4txrKZ-oeP4/s320/IMG_0767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691397341522093714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although most shops were closed I managed to buy a bag! It's a bucket bag the kinda bag I wanted to buy and LV had a bag like that which is SGD 800 but this bag cost 10 EURO, which is less than SGD 20. Look at the size of the bag I think can fit A4 and you know it's super hua suan. Like even in Bugis street you also cannot find such a bag at such a cheap price? But I guess it was also cos it was the last piece, but hey it must be their best seller cos it was displayed at the window! At first I giving up hope cos all the bags like at least, minumum 60 EURO but then just went I was about to leave the shop this bag caught my eye I think I am super pro at shopping LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JOiOzufqAaM/TvvnuqiT-VI/AAAAAAAAEBI/K8QjFuNncxw/s1600/IMG_0691.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JOiOzufqAaM/TvvnuqiT-VI/AAAAAAAAEBI/K8QjFuNncxw/s320/IMG_0691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691397342990956882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to another Christmas market where we ate more escargots and oysters. Oh I went to another Christmas Market at Brussels that sold escargots in soup. And the soup made me feel like home cos it tasted peppery and like a Chinese soup. Hahaha! I loved it lor, some more it was piping hot, and I was freezing. BEST man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_OcTGzG9yXY/TvvnuQx4umI/AAAAAAAAEA0/lSziLNp1tLQ/s1600/IMG_0698.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_OcTGzG9yXY/TvvnuQx4umI/AAAAAAAAEA0/lSziLNp1tLQ/s320/IMG_0698.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691397336076958306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9hfzVg4tvHM/Tvvnt25qOJI/AAAAAAAAEAk/uqyiQhJ0S_w/s1600/IMG_0703.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9hfzVg4tvHM/Tvvnt25qOJI/AAAAAAAAEAk/uqyiQhJ0S_w/s320/IMG_0703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691397329130240146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flying bird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ejRsUTLrREE/Tvvnt-PW6eI/AAAAAAAAEAY/N9Tk7fUGIJM/s1600/IMG_0723.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ejRsUTLrREE/Tvvnt-PW6eI/AAAAAAAAEAY/N9Tk7fUGIJM/s320/IMG_0723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691397331100297698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 8!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went back to Paris where we met my Mum's friend, my Mum's friend's friend, and my mum's friend's kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to some shopping mall called La Fayette where there was this breathtaking view of... the city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ockpkrFDIWM/TvvpxFTkErI/AAAAAAAAEBY/eggrMiSIzxQ/s1600/IMG_1303.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ockpkrFDIWM/TvvpxFTkErI/AAAAAAAAEBY/eggrMiSIzxQ/s320/IMG_1303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691399583559848626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had lunch at some Asian restaurant and I ordered beef noodles. I ate everything except beef balls cos I hated beef balls. But it was super yummy. Comparable to those in the country itself? LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e0neFyWWets/TvvpxwF2EOI/AAAAAAAAECM/Kk-4jisCPig/s1600/IMG_0730.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e0neFyWWets/TvvpxwF2EOI/AAAAAAAAECM/Kk-4jisCPig/s320/IMG_0730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691399595045032162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DH7u_KqKNbo/Tvvpx1aKu8I/AAAAAAAAEB4/GWAwErR44bo/s1600/IMG_0734.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DH7u_KqKNbo/Tvvpx1aKu8I/AAAAAAAAEB4/GWAwErR44bo/s320/IMG_0734.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691399596472449986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3XgVvbWgh-w/Tvvpxt0kIeI/AAAAAAAAEBw/AaBx8_3BX54/s1600/IMG_0735.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3XgVvbWgh-w/Tvvpxt0kIeI/AAAAAAAAEBw/AaBx8_3BX54/s320/IMG_0735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691399594435682786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The oldest daughter, Diane. So cute right! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tWcX2xOjnFk/TvvpxOajrPI/AAAAAAAAEBo/kU7P0WSdyzA/s1600/IMG_0739.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tWcX2xOjnFk/TvvpxOajrPI/AAAAAAAAEBo/kU7P0WSdyzA/s320/IMG_0739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691399586005101810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second child, Ethan. He is super hyper. Like got the hyperactive disorder like that. CHOY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's about it. Day 9 was about shopping and I don't think you wanna see what I bought... OR do you? Hahaha! Anyways, earlier on I said Le Meridian was the worst hotel ever right? It's because all the nights I stayed there, it gave me nightmares. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first nightmare was that I dreamt of ghosts. Like literally ghosts. I dreamt that I saw this AngMoh woman walking her dog but she had already died. Then her dog was always following me for idk why reason. And the dog was ghostly then I went to this bathroom and there was a bath tub in there. It was ultra eerie okay. Plus the dream was based on whatever I thought of in the day freaky much? Cos in the hotel itself, the bathroom had a bathtub and my first thought was that it is super eerie. And this is what I got -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the second night, cos in the day I went to a church, and my mum bought a candle, so I lit it and while I placed it on the stand, I prayed for good O level results. SO at night I dreamt that I didn't go for my English Oral. I was panicking like mad cos the clock jumped from like 1pm to 2:30pm and I was gonna be late but my grandpa wasn't even gan chiong or anxious he was so relaxed which was so unlike him. So both nights I woke up like O.O so scary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I did not have a nightmare on the third night. When I went back to Paris, I had another dream. So many dreams eh! But this time it was weird but not frightening. I dreamt of Clarence Lim, and dogs. Hahaha! You don't have to know the detail. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so that sums up my Paris + Brussels trip. Have fun reading it! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonjour, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S Omg this post is so long it's like a 7 in 1 post thus only this post plus the MV post can be seen HAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-4978483721041764383?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/4978483721041764383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/europe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/4978483721041764383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/4978483721041764383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/europe.html' title='Europe~'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWh_9ocT3eo/TvvFG_eha-I/AAAAAAAADlc/sn5wtAxLhV4/s72-c/IMG_0742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-2806863935560341839</id><published>2011-12-28T04:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T04:07:41.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Au revoir</title><content type='html'>I'm really bored so I thought I'd blogged for a short one. Went on a shopping spree today. Though I shopped at H&amp;M BUT, the stuff there's slightly cheaper than in Singapore. So well I'm comforted. I bought a pouch from some unknown shop in Paris too lol. Gonna use that as a wallet it's gonna be so cute! Furthermore it's pink and has a ribbon at the front it's so me lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think, does anyone miss me??? ('; so touched! Hahahah! Can't wait to go back to civilization. I've not texted for so long!! I think the first person I'll text is Anisa, cos she'll probably be awake. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will force myself to not suffer from jet lag lol. Watch me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here's a random photo of me before you click the X on the top right/left corner of your screen... Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles craving for noodles,&lt;br /&gt;Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kKTkhkLpwcs/TvokuLGfQzI/AAAAAAAADk8/n7h311um-cg/s640/blogger-image--259677343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kKTkhkLpwcs/TvokuLGfQzI/AAAAAAAADk8/n7h311um-cg/s640/blogger-image--259677343.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-2806863935560341839?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/2806863935560341839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/au-revoir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2806863935560341839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2806863935560341839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/au-revoir.html' title='Au revoir'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-kKTkhkLpwcs/TvokuLGfQzI/AAAAAAAADk8/n7h311um-cg/s72-c/blogger-image--259677343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-6290130299021242750</id><published>2011-12-22T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T17:51:07.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Mickey!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys did I mention that I don't wanna blog for ten days so that I can do an ultra long turn off post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently the blogger in me is too... Stubborn hahahaha! So anyways, I have a new edition to my Mickey mouse collection!!! HAHAHAHAH okay yay come I show you my Mickey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I very prettyin that photo? Hahahaha. Oh got one more!! The vintage camera one. I think I look v pretty too! (';&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit it okay I am actually quite pretty. Okay too ego already I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey, &lt;br /&gt;Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dXgz8qYRpuw/TvL7V25R_6I/AAAAAAAADks/EnXuMze7pGk/s640/blogger-image--229904056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dXgz8qYRpuw/TvL7V25R_6I/AAAAAAAADks/EnXuMze7pGk/s640/blogger-image--229904056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eEwb-ztSeE8/TvL7WcIUhjI/AAAAAAAADkw/IgSYo_7Kf_s/s640/blogger-image--787496844.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eEwb-ztSeE8/TvL7WcIUhjI/AAAAAAAADkw/IgSYo_7Kf_s/s640/blogger-image--787496844.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-6290130299021242750?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/6290130299021242750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/hey-guys-did-i-mention-that-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/6290130299021242750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/6290130299021242750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/hey-guys-did-i-mention-that-i-dont.html' title='Paris Mickey!'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dXgz8qYRpuw/TvL7V25R_6I/AAAAAAAADks/EnXuMze7pGk/s72-c/blogger-image--229904056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-3114730468368746246</id><published>2011-12-21T04:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T04:48:29.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N</title><content type='html'>Promised myself not to blog for the next ten days so that I can do an ultra long turn-off post for you guys to read. It'll be like my inaugural (lol) first travel log. About my ten days in Paris and Brussels. I think it will be a damn long post. But anyways not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is, this is a special shout out to my dear friend Nicole Heng who will be going for an interview in a few hours' time (according to Singapore's time la) so good luck my dear girl!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an Eiffel tower picture for you! Plus my pretty nails. Hee hee. Say you like it okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A'more,&lt;br /&gt;Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Bsq90rGE38A/TvD0mvtiqvI/AAAAAAAADkk/c47IFvddbV8/s640/blogger-image--437935737.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Bsq90rGE38A/TvD0mvtiqvI/AAAAAAAADkk/c47IFvddbV8/s640/blogger-image--437935737.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-3114730468368746246?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/3114730468368746246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/n.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/3114730468368746246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/3114730468368746246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/n.html' title='N'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Bsq90rGE38A/TvD0mvtiqvI/AAAAAAAADkk/c47IFvddbV8/s72-c/blogger-image--437935737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-8773437660863716453</id><published>2011-12-18T15:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T20:11:58.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one.</title><content type='html'>I deleted the entire post because, I think today, is great. I can finally let go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be contented. I guess everyone will get the happiness one day. We just have to be patient and of course, be contented with what we have. Who knows, happiness may come crawling to you when you least expect it to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can finally throw away the heavy rock that has been haunting me for the past year. So yeah you were able to move on while I was stuck in the past. So you proved my hypothesis was right, that I was a trial run. But you know what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna smile about this. I'm not gonna let it take the smile away from my face, even if it means that I have to force a smile but I will, eventually, smile and be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this year has been rough, but when the going gets tough, the tough gets going right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think tonight is amazing. Tonight will also be the last time I write in Jerow, book two that is. In it contained so many memories and so many moodswings that occurred over the past few years, especially stuff from last year and of course this year, though I started writing in there since 2009. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit I have to leave for the airport which means I can't write in there, but at least it's a closure, finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relaxed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-8773437660863716453?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/8773437660863716453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/final-blog-post-before-i-leave-paris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8773437660863716453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8773437660863716453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/final-blog-post-before-i-leave-paris.html' title='Just one.'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-6569988043420269756</id><published>2011-12-18T00:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T01:11:33.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XIAO ZHA BORS</title><content type='html'>Today I had an awesome time with my best friends since Primary 5. It's so cool to have friends that are not from Cedar, you can tell them anything! Hahah! And of course you can trust them too ^^&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Cheryl and I went to Kit Ju's house. Like some rich kid lor she, stay in corner terrace some more, with two dogs - one labrador and one golden retriever! YAY! I got to bathe the golden retriever. YAY! He licked me and scratched me. YAY! Hahaha I am insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and apparently, the vet her family brings the dog to, is called Doctor Robin Au, which is the doctor who gave me my first ever internship lol. What a coincidence right! Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we had Pizza and Spaghetti for lunch, I could almost smell the Spaghetti now lol. I am hungry at like 1:01am because I did not have any dinner. Life of a girl with no domestic helper LOL. Anyways, we watched Charlie St Cloud while eating, and Cheryl said "Zac Efron looks hot in every colour LOL." But I have to agree. He is the hottest dude on Earth. But the show quite sad, no actually it's very sad. Like the brother died, already so sad, then aiya you go watch then you will know lol. So after that we played Monopoly deal. Hahaha Cheryl looks innocent on the outside, vicious on the inside TSK. She cheat me and Kit Ju ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways I guess it's really late so I'll let picture speak for themselves! You know in the pictures you can clearly differentiate people who come from single sex schools and people who come from co-ed schools. Just look at the different levels of craziness. Hahaha! Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8wsP12v_tw/TuzKOJns_-I/AAAAAAAADkM/zGaEhXt1TAI/s1600/IMG_2195.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8wsP12v_tw/TuzKOJns_-I/AAAAAAAADkM/zGaEhXt1TAI/s320/IMG_2195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687142773911519202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately I have to start the photo moments with this because this girl wants to point out her flaws. Lol not I say one is she say "DSLR really points out the flaws on your face something like that. This is Cheryl by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCs-KcmFww0/TuzKNrgcVRI/AAAAAAAADkE/e-u1KuzYx1U/s1600/IMG_2196.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCs-KcmFww0/TuzKNrgcVRI/AAAAAAAADkE/e-u1KuzYx1U/s320/IMG_2196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687142765828003090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortunately for me, my face got MINIMAL flaws. Hahahah! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-whut9mGEyo0/TuzKNEVcDoI/AAAAAAAADj4/6a3b2GyWTWs/s1600/IMG_2197.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-whut9mGEyo0/TuzKNEVcDoI/AAAAAAAADj4/6a3b2GyWTWs/s320/IMG_2197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687142755312864898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me trying to crash Cheryl's solo photo LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zo2qFlvMca8/TuzKM3GJ2mI/AAAAAAAADjs/p64x9kiKQ-0/s1600/IMG_2198.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zo2qFlvMca8/TuzKM3GJ2mI/AAAAAAAADjs/p64x9kiKQ-0/s320/IMG_2198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687142751759096418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheese! The next few shots are taken 10 consecutive times, so for ten photos you can see Cheryl and I posing, and Kit Ju's butt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zHVyRcHOTdU/TuzKEvzR-xI/AAAAAAAADjk/Fa9efEHpmIc/s1600/IMG_2199.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zHVyRcHOTdU/TuzKEvzR-xI/AAAAAAAADjk/Fa9efEHpmIc/s320/IMG_2199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687142612361935634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2gGb7zCURkg/TuzKEXpxQHI/AAAAAAAADjQ/YAaJ2K2-zls/s1600/IMG_2200.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2gGb7zCURkg/TuzKEXpxQHI/AAAAAAAADjQ/YAaJ2K2-zls/s320/IMG_2200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687142605879591026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-90x6Qf4MI9k/TuzKENShGNI/AAAAAAAADjI/UUDFcnI2IAc/s1600/IMG_2201.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-90x6Qf4MI9k/TuzKENShGNI/AAAAAAAADjI/UUDFcnI2IAc/s320/IMG_2201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687142603097708754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FqVdQ1ZpPNw/TuzKDgek94I/AAAAAAAADi8/BuPY5rhmguo/s1600/IMG_2202.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FqVdQ1ZpPNw/TuzKDgek94I/AAAAAAAADi8/BuPY5rhmguo/s320/IMG_2202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687142591068698498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J-Nlzuwz31s/TuzKDdSn0iI/AAAAAAAADiw/uPEXyERz4Tk/s1600/IMG_2203.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J-Nlzuwz31s/TuzKDdSn0iI/AAAAAAAADiw/uPEXyERz4Tk/s320/IMG_2203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687142590213247522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sussy_7UupE/TuzJfPjUdVI/AAAAAAAADik/_gj7omq3ZiE/s1600/IMG_2204.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sussy_7UupE/TuzJfPjUdVI/AAAAAAAADik/_gj7omq3ZiE/s320/IMG_2204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687141968049894738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sNh7OK34jzk/TuzJfIs57PI/AAAAAAAADiU/3lrSIOs8HOM/s1600/IMG_2205.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sNh7OK34jzk/TuzJfIs57PI/AAAAAAAADiU/3lrSIOs8HOM/s320/IMG_2205.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687141966211050738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jl_PqFGJHLU/TuzJeuP1l9I/AAAAAAAADiM/NsSaUhNgqxk/s1600/IMG_2206.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jl_PqFGJHLU/TuzJeuP1l9I/AAAAAAAADiM/NsSaUhNgqxk/s320/IMG_2206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687141959109810130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the angle of this photo looks like I'm screaming cos I saw Kit Ju's butt LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ES9qtJMiti0/TuzJeWjhYFI/AAAAAAAADiA/e7_XRwr4ZBY/s1600/IMG_2207.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ES9qtJMiti0/TuzJeWjhYFI/AAAAAAAADiA/e7_XRwr4ZBY/s320/IMG_2207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687141952749920338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then cos I saw it now must cover eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next eight shots got no more Kit Ju's butt (unfortunately for all you cheekopehs out there).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XjPruofOyzU/TuzJeGtIN2I/AAAAAAAADh0/P-bgujg5jfo/s1600/IMG_2208.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XjPruofOyzU/TuzJeGtIN2I/AAAAAAAADh0/P-bgujg5jfo/s320/IMG_2208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687141948495247202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VdOjG7y3dEA/TuzJLMC0l9I/AAAAAAAADho/sgChFwxyeIk/s1600/IMG_2209.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VdOjG7y3dEA/TuzJLMC0l9I/AAAAAAAADho/sgChFwxyeIk/s320/IMG_2209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687141623510898642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6sasU2249_s/TuzJKXtzo3I/AAAAAAAADhg/a4WRP_gZ7zk/s1600/IMG_2210.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6sasU2249_s/TuzJKXtzo3I/AAAAAAAADhg/a4WRP_gZ7zk/s320/IMG_2210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687141609464111986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-11Sep45URp8/TuzJJ8N_k0I/AAAAAAAADhM/96WJ6KbQSL4/s1600/IMG_2211.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-11Sep45URp8/TuzJJ8N_k0I/AAAAAAAADhM/96WJ6KbQSL4/s320/IMG_2211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687141602082919234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zc2ycvV0_aQ/TuzJJiLMzuI/AAAAAAAADhA/3qoLySJ7054/s1600/IMG_2212.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zc2ycvV0_aQ/TuzJJiLMzuI/AAAAAAAADhA/3qoLySJ7054/s320/IMG_2212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687141595091881698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2cVYP-5XGv4/TuzJJoOwm3I/AAAAAAAADg4/-Yx8VfnuhMw/s1600/IMG_2215.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2cVYP-5XGv4/TuzJJoOwm3I/AAAAAAAADg4/-Yx8VfnuhMw/s320/IMG_2215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687141596717423474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCvvRWcq8ao/TuzItvGA8VI/AAAAAAAADgo/Qqi44Qu8pCg/s1600/IMG_2216.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCvvRWcq8ao/TuzItvGA8VI/AAAAAAAADgo/Qqi44Qu8pCg/s320/IMG_2216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687141117523456338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w-F2Y80M4DE/TuzItQTb7QI/AAAAAAAADgc/2323fcBAmCQ/s1600/IMG_2217.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w-F2Y80M4DE/TuzItQTb7QI/AAAAAAAADgc/2323fcBAmCQ/s320/IMG_2217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687141109258251522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next ten shows now features Kit Ju and her giant teddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-viX_g0Bk2lQ/TuzIsz1R-0I/AAAAAAAADgU/BOTccYD-1ks/s1600/IMG_2218.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-viX_g0Bk2lQ/TuzIsz1R-0I/AAAAAAAADgU/BOTccYD-1ks/s320/IMG_2218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687141101615577922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1kH-kMEw34s/TuzIsegsx9I/AAAAAAAADgI/ptQVY4UdipU/s1600/IMG_2219.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1kH-kMEw34s/TuzIsegsx9I/AAAAAAAADgI/ptQVY4UdipU/s320/IMG_2219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687141095892109266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1fP-AdE6faE/TuzIsFtpG3I/AAAAAAAADf8/k05jAG0kpbk/s1600/IMG_2220.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1fP-AdE6faE/TuzIsFtpG3I/AAAAAAAADf8/k05jAG0kpbk/s320/IMG_2220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687141089235508082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Om0raNzFl3k/TuzIR5OjJeI/AAAAAAAADfs/D9wkqhSrhmk/s1600/IMG_2221.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Om0raNzFl3k/TuzIR5OjJeI/AAAAAAAADfs/D9wkqhSrhmk/s320/IMG_2221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687140639207269858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OFYt4NNTsE0/TuzIRGf5QnI/AAAAAAAADfg/GX-pNLel_-s/s1600/IMG_2222.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OFYt4NNTsE0/TuzIRGf5QnI/AAAAAAAADfg/GX-pNLel_-s/s320/IMG_2222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687140625589813874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KnndaBR-FzU/TuzIQG-qY-I/AAAAAAAADfU/yEdzRzmJ36Q/s1600/IMG_2223.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KnndaBR-FzU/TuzIQG-qY-I/AAAAAAAADfU/yEdzRzmJ36Q/s320/IMG_2223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687140608538993634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C3FAB_TytyY/TuzIP6ePOrI/AAAAAAAADfE/5orqSvcSwr8/s1600/IMG_2224.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C3FAB_TytyY/TuzIP6ePOrI/AAAAAAAADfE/5orqSvcSwr8/s320/IMG_2224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687140605181770418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bear is ultra vicious lor, punch me eh )': &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't even do anything to it! I think he trying to hide the fact that my face is cuter than his? So must hide my face? LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CREyd5Q2KME/TuzIPmXgyJI/AAAAAAAADe8/LaHgiVANFRU/s1600/IMG_2225.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CREyd5Q2KME/TuzIPmXgyJI/AAAAAAAADe8/LaHgiVANFRU/s320/IMG_2225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687140599784851602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6jWFLmjkXWY/TuzHz-ikd_I/AAAAAAAADes/5ITFfjZxawU/s1600/IMG_2226.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6jWFLmjkXWY/TuzHz-ikd_I/AAAAAAAADes/5ITFfjZxawU/s320/IMG_2226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687140125237344242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VOdapNbd7VI/TuzHzTIiUWI/AAAAAAAADek/4O9W7ryWAi4/s1600/IMG_2227.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VOdapNbd7VI/TuzHzTIiUWI/AAAAAAAADek/4O9W7ryWAi4/s320/IMG_2227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687140113585426786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h4eWUUjdZ8A/TuzHysU_GMI/AAAAAAAADeY/HOWzvYkSjAg/s1600/IMG_2229.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h4eWUUjdZ8A/TuzHysU_GMI/AAAAAAAADeY/HOWzvYkSjAg/s320/IMG_2229.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687140103168661698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4YHbx3IHr0/TuzHyJ0T0uI/AAAAAAAADeQ/HJg_YdE4Zwg/s1600/IMG_2230.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4YHbx3IHr0/TuzHyJ0T0uI/AAAAAAAADeQ/HJg_YdE4Zwg/s320/IMG_2230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687140093904802530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheryl leaving the room after killing the bear LOL caught red-handed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOywgfBgAXI/TuzHyHuAp4I/AAAAAAAADeA/l_z6-pOF-ps/s1600/IMG_2231.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOywgfBgAXI/TuzHyHuAp4I/AAAAAAAADeA/l_z6-pOF-ps/s320/IMG_2231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687140093341509506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kit Ju, Cheryl Tan, Joyce Pek! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irreplaceable, yet disposable and biodegradable,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-6569988043420269756?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/6569988043420269756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/xiao-zha-bors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/6569988043420269756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/6569988043420269756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/xiao-zha-bors.html' title='XIAO ZHA BORS'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8wsP12v_tw/TuzKOJns_-I/AAAAAAAADkM/zGaEhXt1TAI/s72-c/IMG_2195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-1249066940299891496</id><published>2011-12-17T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T09:27:00.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomm</title><content type='html'>Since now I am super upset over people breaking my heart I thought of one way that my future, &lt;b&gt;future&lt;/b&gt; meaning there is this possibility that it might not happen because 1. I don't have a boyfriend or 2. I don't have a boyfriend who can sing or 3. I don't have a boyfriend who is willing to sing for me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if it's number 3 I will dump him where got such people one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I think right now I need someone to give me 肉粽 and sing for me 疗伤烧肉粽. But then the person needs to know which flavour I like not any 酸的甜的苦的辣的 lol. But I think I like the one with the, normal one. The pork and the chestnut one lol. Is it pork or chicken? Lol I don't know. Hahah! Then every year for valentines day this special someone will sing me a Jay Chou song. Eh quite memorable Jay Chou should continue to sing songs until he dies (choy!) Every year will have song one leh!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So first time when I'm upset then this certain someone wants to cheer me up he'll sing 疗伤烧肉粽.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the first year in the relationship this certain someone will sing 可爱女人 from Jay Chou's first album!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then second year this certain someone will sing 简单爱 from Jay Chou's second album!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then third year this certain someone will sing 回到过去 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then fourth year the song will be 她的眉毛&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fifth year will be 七里香. Then I will receive Jasmine flowers lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sixth year will be 浪漫手机. Eh OMG then this certain someone will sing it to me over the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seventh year will be 百色风车&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eighth year will be 甜甜的&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninth year will be 给我一首歌的时间&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenth year will be 爱的飞行日记&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eleventh year will be 公主病/mine mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh so cool leh like all the Jay Chou songs will sum up my life just like how Jay Chou completed my life for the past... 4 years. Yeah I only started liking him when I was INTO guys. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay this is ULTRA random, but I am really sad right now so must do something stupid to cheer me up what right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay I am damn tired!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jingle all the way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-1249066940299891496?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/1249066940299891496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/randomm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/1249066940299891496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/1249066940299891496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/randomm.html' title='randomm'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-5962219542136723256</id><published>2011-12-16T23:56:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T01:04:10.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6PkLAxA6BBs/TutrAEeJ8BI/AAAAAAAADZg/iGmkkTm2j4A/s1600/IMG_2196.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6PkLAxA6BBs/TutrAEeJ8BI/AAAAAAAADZg/iGmkkTm2j4A/s320/IMG_2196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686756603429777426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is me, after prom, smiling, even though I almost cried, twice, but I had to hold back my tears because I didn't wanna ruin the make-up. Ahh well, I cried so much today, and on Wednesday. Like too much water in my body like that lol. So well, my thoughts about prom night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was awesome. Mrs Lim really put in a lot of effort to make sure those who were there had fun. So to all those cedarians who either hate Mrs Lim or feel that having prom in school is stupid, well I think you are the stupid one who refuse to go to prom. It's not about the venue, it's about the company! Who cares if you have prom at a five star hotel? If your good friends aren't there, it's not a party night at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I did have my doubts about how fun it would be, but I must say, it was amazing. So as usual, my write-up to all the dearest girls I took pictures with today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wKSjYX9hUTY/TutsFsuyrMI/AAAAAAAADZs/rCADfaU47Vk/s1600/IMG_2093.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wKSjYX9hUTY/TutsFsuyrMI/AAAAAAAADZs/rCADfaU47Vk/s320/IMG_2093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686757799647947970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who else to start with but my dearest Nicole Heng, the girl who's always there for me, especially this year, especially just now at the stairs lol. Look at her outfit lor like a booooooooooomz! Awesome much? Best dressed somemore. Tell me, does she rock or does she rock? &lt;b&gt;She rocks&lt;/b&gt; (my world).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YAprNMaONCo/Tutsv2SKMhI/AAAAAAAADZ4/gnkAiZrS6xk/s1600/IMG_2101.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YAprNMaONCo/Tutsv2SKMhI/AAAAAAAADZ4/gnkAiZrS6xk/s320/IMG_2101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686758523766714898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next of course, is the awesome Jasveen in pink! (Awesome because of who she is, awesome-&lt;b&gt;er&lt;/b&gt; because she's in pink lol). Anyways, I loved her dress! From forever 21. Simple, yet not simple like girls who wore simple black dresses (note: Simple as in just a normal black dress with nothing else). And her accessories complemented her dress so double the awesomeness! Yay! I love you Jasveen! Thanks for being there for me, especially on Wednesday. Sigh. Wednesday and today is like, the worst day (yet today is also the best day) of my life. Eh can you also tell that SOMEHOW I am taller? Hahaha! I love it when I am in heels + when she bends down I feel so tall!! And eh Jasveen we shouldn't laugh at the girl who kept posing photos sideways cos, it makes you skinner! I've been doing that all night too don't laugh at me okay hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay my clique!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sxjoZ7wOw0Y/TuttiMX0TEI/AAAAAAAADaE/8sFS4p7harQ/s1600/IMG_2105.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sxjoZ7wOw0Y/TuttiMX0TEI/AAAAAAAADaE/8sFS4p7harQ/s320/IMG_2105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686759388689484866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kanchen! Her yellow dress made her look, what was the word she was using? Dignified? Elegant? Demure? Lady-like? Hahaha! (:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kqSJ1tqwmA8/TuttzJdydmI/AAAAAAAADaQ/e30KkviI_jk/s1600/IMG_2106.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kqSJ1tqwmA8/TuttzJdydmI/AAAAAAAADaQ/e30KkviI_jk/s320/IMG_2106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686759679967000162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fashionstas!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k4Gc62ReqNc/Tutt7MJkaLI/AAAAAAAADac/TswUxBIOA88/s1600/IMG_2108.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k4Gc62ReqNc/Tutt7MJkaLI/AAAAAAAADac/TswUxBIOA88/s320/IMG_2108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686759818126452914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joanne! The dress which she bought online! So classy! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlwMfAACXfk/TutuLz8T-3I/AAAAAAAADao/3SXTwa8gwdY/s1600/IMG_2109.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YlwMfAACXfk/TutuLz8T-3I/AAAAAAAADao/3SXTwa8gwdY/s320/IMG_2109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686760103686175602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bimbos for life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More photos of the clique!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imfA2HmC8qw/TutvqjvokrI/AAAAAAAADbo/uvROPOVDbX4/s1600/IMG_2172.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imfA2HmC8qw/TutvqjvokrI/AAAAAAAADbo/uvROPOVDbX4/s320/IMG_2172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686761731425604274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show off the nails babes! Hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DNoVuFcJfXg/TutvqVyqpZI/AAAAAAAADbY/zwVPAAIOFPY/s1600/IMG_2173.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DNoVuFcJfXg/TutvqVyqpZI/AAAAAAAADbY/zwVPAAIOFPY/s320/IMG_2173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686761727680226706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think in the subsequent photos, Felicia is damn sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-byWqQXNy6UI/Tutvo72R4gI/AAAAAAAADbM/vRI_h9AOLP4/s1600/IMG_2174.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-byWqQXNy6UI/Tutvo72R4gI/AAAAAAAADbM/vRI_h9AOLP4/s320/IMG_2174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686761703536189954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the girls sitting down like only got a few poses lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tu37HlAvkUw/Tutvo-w8X4I/AAAAAAAADa8/rMLvaDav8tE/s1600/IMG_2175.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tu37HlAvkUw/Tutvo-w8X4I/AAAAAAAADa8/rMLvaDav8tE/s320/IMG_2175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686761704319115138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ay_ZUgUaZy0/TutvokYW3hI/AAAAAAAADa0/n0R3eeNihLg/s1600/IMG_2176.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ay_ZUgUaZy0/TutvokYW3hI/AAAAAAAADa0/n0R3eeNihLg/s320/IMG_2176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686761697236672018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3YapVH1PCp8/TutwQHhpSHI/AAAAAAAADbw/9az28Ba5lJs/s1600/IMG_2178.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3YapVH1PCp8/TutwQHhpSHI/AAAAAAAADbw/9az28Ba5lJs/s320/IMG_2178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686762376685766770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted the sexy, feisty, no nonsense look but I guess majority still like smiling lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay enough of my clique now to the badminton kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIe7a6Ap0Q/TutytlxxhYI/AAAAAAAADcg/DRbWExj-ido/s1600/IMG_2097.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdIe7a6Ap0Q/TutytlxxhYI/AAAAAAAADcg/DRbWExj-ido/s320/IMG_2097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686765082045941122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denise, Shujia, Jynn, Me, Michelle!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4zvAwHvYW9Y/Tutx1J6OhrI/AAAAAAAADb8/zTmAjCKUjRA/s1600/IMG_2087.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4zvAwHvYW9Y/Tutx1J6OhrI/AAAAAAAADb8/zTmAjCKUjRA/s320/IMG_2087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686764112492529330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Pimple! Hahaha! Mr Pim you are awesome I loved talking to you, especially these past few days when we gave each other emotionally support. Gosh. Boys really suck don't they? But while I have none to keep (lol), you have A! Good luck on Sunday! Hahah! Snap snap snap!!! (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RKQk1ZmdNyg/TutyAjvYoGI/AAAAAAAADcI/_fEESSduxjQ/s1600/IMG_2096.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RKQk1ZmdNyg/TutyAjvYoGI/AAAAAAAADcI/_fEESSduxjQ/s320/IMG_2096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686764308404936802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shujia! She looks so small next to me, I look huge and fat hahaha! But she very cute right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qPolzVQZ3bo/TutyZjgaalI/AAAAAAAADcU/8BciI2990cc/s1600/IMG_2159.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qPolzVQZ3bo/TutyZjgaalI/AAAAAAAADcU/8BciI2990cc/s320/IMG_2159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686764737838869074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ex-Captain and Vice-captain. Jynn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cd_H_jmSAMU/Tut0PkRUmBI/AAAAAAAADdo/EKfrh7chwXw/s1600/IMG_2141.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cd_H_jmSAMU/Tut0PkRUmBI/AAAAAAAADdo/EKfrh7chwXw/s320/IMG_2141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686766765268572178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you scroll down, I just want to say, I feel super lucky that I bought new panties for prom. Underneath even though it's exposed, it's 1. Same colour as my dress so you cannot see anything and 2. it's like shorts and it's tight-fitting so even more cannot see. Lol I sound like some singlish-speaking bimbo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vxatPugCC-E/Tutz7NZqN7I/AAAAAAAADdc/Sf3q8OAkcc8/s1600/IMG_2142.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vxatPugCC-E/Tutz7NZqN7I/AAAAAAAADdc/Sf3q8OAkcc8/s320/IMG_2142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686766415532144562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel damn sad cos I forever doing different pose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q44FxzGPPdQ/Tutz6-OQ7SI/AAAAAAAADdQ/tkyerzA0nIw/s1600/IMG_2143.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q44FxzGPPdQ/Tutz6-OQ7SI/AAAAAAAADdQ/tkyerzA0nIw/s320/IMG_2143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686766411457817890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting like bimbos. Michelle looks like some shampoo commercial girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EwZnLSDUcm0/Tutz5oyUyPI/AAAAAAAADdI/mcYoKe_iqdM/s1600/IMG_2144.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EwZnLSDUcm0/Tutz5oyUyPI/AAAAAAAADdI/mcYoKe_iqdM/s320/IMG_2144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686766388523616498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zBnEigIqR7E/Tutz5s954iI/AAAAAAAADc0/Yg8YgtVRwpc/s1600/IMG_2145.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zBnEigIqR7E/Tutz5s954iI/AAAAAAAADc0/Yg8YgtVRwpc/s320/IMG_2145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686766389645926946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See! Different pose again! But I think Michelle looks cute here? Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Btgw9TFBkR0/Tut06VWKmdI/AAAAAAAADd0/Vz2lYbgiTYM/s1600/IMG_2146.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Btgw9TFBkR0/Tut06VWKmdI/AAAAAAAADd0/Vz2lYbgiTYM/s320/IMG_2146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686767499996731858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since this is my blog, I can be a little bit shameless right? I think in this photo, my legs look damn sexy. Right right right? Don't you guys think so too? Hahaha! Please, compliments please I am desperateforcomplimentsgirl1995.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the four girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night when we had our inaugural sleepover was awesome! Hahah! Talking, singing, getting scolded. Hahaha! You girls are the best! I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have fun in China and Taiwan!! (: See ya when I do! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that sums up my prom post! Hope Cedarians had as much fun as I did, collected as much memories as I had, and have many many glamarous photos of themselves (though mine not that glam lol). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty pretty pretty~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-5962219542136723256?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/5962219542136723256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/5962219542136723256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/5962219542136723256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/friends.html' title='Friends?'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6PkLAxA6BBs/TutrAEeJ8BI/AAAAAAAADZg/iGmkkTm2j4A/s72-c/IMG_2196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-8909533697988428113</id><published>2011-12-16T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T13:24:40.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9M5BVr1h-Y8/TurU_SIJ4RI/AAAAAAAADZU/rOu5sdsEPpg/s1600/tumblr_lv6l28JXD51r0bwvxo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9M5BVr1h-Y8/TurU_SIJ4RI/AAAAAAAADZU/rOu5sdsEPpg/s320/tumblr_lv6l28JXD51r0bwvxo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686591663171559698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you - Adele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard that you're settled down&lt;br /&gt;That you found a girl and you're married now&lt;br /&gt;I heard that your dreams came true&lt;br /&gt;Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old friend, why are you so shy?&lt;br /&gt;Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvited&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it&lt;br /&gt;I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded&lt;br /&gt;That for me, it isn't over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I'll find someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you, too&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget me, I begged, I remember you said&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how the time flies&lt;br /&gt;Only yesterday was the time of our lives&lt;br /&gt;We were born and raised in a summer haze&lt;br /&gt;Bound by the surprise of our glory days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvited&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it&lt;br /&gt;I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded&lt;br /&gt;That for me, it isn't over yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I'll find someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you, too&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget me, I begged, I remember you said&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares, no worries or cares&lt;br /&gt;Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made&lt;br /&gt;Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I'll find someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget me, I begged, I remember you said&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I'll find someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you, too&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget me, I begged, I remember you said&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song is really really nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sorry Adele, I preferred the mash up done by glee. Santana's (Naya Rivera) voice was really powerful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay gotta go get ready for prom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to it, yet I'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope it can cheer me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-8909533697988428113?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/8909533697988428113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/oooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8909533697988428113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8909533697988428113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/oooo.html' title='Oooo'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9M5BVr1h-Y8/TurU_SIJ4RI/AAAAAAAADZU/rOu5sdsEPpg/s72-c/tumblr_lv6l28JXD51r0bwvxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-3428405757438242971</id><published>2011-12-15T21:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T21:40:14.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glamorous</title><content type='html'>Okay I seem to be like some no life person blogging every minute but who cares, or rather, whatever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-nBHY8BWoY/Tun4hncCZKI/AAAAAAAADZI/R_H1yBgJ63I/s1600/IMG_2360.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-nBHY8BWoY/Tun4hncCZKI/AAAAAAAADZI/R_H1yBgJ63I/s320/IMG_2360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686349260937913506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something that I'll be wearing and bringing for prom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope I look good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doubt it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Die,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-3428405757438242971?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/3428405757438242971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/glamorous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/3428405757438242971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/3428405757438242971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/glamorous.html' title='Glamorous'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-nBHY8BWoY/Tun4hncCZKI/AAAAAAAADZI/R_H1yBgJ63I/s72-c/IMG_2360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-6980079026142300102</id><published>2011-12-15T15:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T17:45:14.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what show I watched today! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sTGwgyi-jqk/TumnPkVUGfI/AAAAAAAADY8/AwqmLwIRsmE/s1600/k.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sTGwgyi-jqk/TumnPkVUGfI/AAAAAAAADY8/AwqmLwIRsmE/s320/k.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686259890424912370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my favourite show back in those days... When it first aired on channel 855 hahaha lol. When I was watching one of the episodes that aired just now (elaboration later) I kinda fell in love with the show again. Hahaha! So I figured that, my new year's resolution will be based on this show. Woohoo! I bet those who have watched this show should know what the three new year resolutions are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;做好事、說好話、存好心.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been a really bad girl this year, so well, bad things should go right? (: The most important one is 說好話 actually. Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I particularly love the theme song of this show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, about the elaboration, you see, besides 855 and 856, I have channel 838 which plays shows in cantonese. So now they are showing Beyond the Realm of Conscience at 9pm and repeats at 2pm. It's awesome cos when they speak in cantonese it's a different feeling altogether. Oh and they are showing Ghetto Justice (the show that is on at 8pm on channel 855) at 7pm in cantonese right now! So I get to hear Kevin Cheng speak in cantonese awesome much???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;攻心計 - 關菊英&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;誓约　历遍世间转化&lt;br /&gt;善恶　未报最终需要代价&lt;br /&gt;平步震惊天下　&lt;br /&gt;绸缎如镜玉砌似画&lt;br /&gt;眉目如雪　未染细沙　&lt;br /&gt;请你留下 &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;若抱住　别作梦　未得宠&lt;br /&gt;看到的　听到的　不要信&lt;br /&gt;遗憾是　闭起眼时　&lt;br /&gt;至望到世间多少暗涌&lt;br /&gt;爱得深　说得真　别感动&lt;br /&gt;再锥心　再刻骨　不觉痛&lt;br /&gt;无奈是　两手相拥　&lt;br /&gt;也是觉得冰冻 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;誓约　在美景中火化&lt;br /&gt;直到　玉砌最终都变败瓦&lt;br /&gt;回望那天初夏　&lt;br /&gt;良善如昨貌美似花&lt;br /&gt;人事常变　泪会结疤　&lt;br /&gt;景致如画 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;若抱住　别作梦　未得宠&lt;br /&gt;看到的　听到的　不要信&lt;br /&gt;遗憾是　闭起眼时　&lt;br /&gt;至望到世间多少暗涌&lt;br /&gt;爱得深　说得真　别感动&lt;br /&gt;再锥心　再刻骨　不觉痛&lt;br /&gt;曾极恨　也可相拥&lt;br /&gt;往事如尘像风&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go YouTube the song if you wanna hear it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别作梦,&lt;br /&gt;Joyce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-6980079026142300102?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/6980079026142300102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-guess-what-show-i-watched-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/6980079026142300102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/6980079026142300102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-guess-what-show-i-watched-today.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sTGwgyi-jqk/TumnPkVUGfI/AAAAAAAADY8/AwqmLwIRsmE/s72-c/k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-6373367727386184307</id><published>2011-12-15T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T00:40:37.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pants on fire;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CRnm15YnmS0/TujOizmmOpI/AAAAAAAADYw/K17Do3drlOk/s1600/tumblr_lw4rdun5Bt1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CRnm15YnmS0/TujOizmmOpI/AAAAAAAADYw/K17Do3drlOk/s320/tumblr_lw4rdun5Bt1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686021626918222482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today has been a really BLAH day for me. I am currently moodless. And somehow I am not looking forward to prom. Not at all. Oh wells I guess when life gives you lemons, the number of lemons that are thrown to you increases, it's like the lemon throwing never stops! And it's so fast you can't even make lemonade out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wells like I've always said, life sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well on a happier, good news note, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My best friend is all grown up (':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received a text from him saying that he's attached! (I wonder if he allows me to put it here. But well, good news is worth spreading what right! But if you want it taken down just let me know). I feel so happy for him, and happy for me cos I was want of the first few(s) to know (I hope the message was true... The first part that is lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I wanna say is, I'm happy for you and I hope you last long with her. You are a Himbo so you should know girls very well. Being in a relationship should be easy-peasy to you. And I am sure you will treat the girl really really well. She's really lucky to have you! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well okay happy mood over. But I type the above with much sincerity, no sarcasm intended. Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you think that life is like many many lies put together in one person? It's like you live a life full of lies because once you start on your first lie, you have to cover it up with more lies and the counter just get more and more hits. Woah right I learnt something new today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I also learnt that when you are angry/sad/pissed/wallowing in self pity, besides self mutilating you can also choose to take a cold shower and let the water just flow flow flow to cover up the fluid that flows out of your body. Wow you see that's two things that I've learnt today. A new day means a new adventure... Or a few adventures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I starting to not make sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay then I should stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before I go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, just save the cheesy words for the one that really, truly deserves it. And when I say cheesy words, I meant utter bull shit. No jealousy intended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours faithfully, honestly, sincerely, truly, or maybe not yours at all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-6373367727386184307?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/6373367727386184307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/pants-on-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/6373367727386184307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/6373367727386184307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/pants-on-fire.html' title='Pants on fire;'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CRnm15YnmS0/TujOizmmOpI/AAAAAAAADYw/K17Do3drlOk/s72-c/tumblr_lw4rdun5Bt1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-927928664479302716</id><published>2011-12-14T12:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T12:31:51.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy bitch</title><content type='html'>I swear my mum is a crazy bitch. She called me in the afternoon to tell me maid to cook spaghetti for me cos there were CLAMS and SCALLOPS, or so she claimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally liked eating clams so I as quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked my maid whether there were clams and scallops, and she said no, only scallops and prawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like any other normal person I called my mother to ask if there were clams at home cos she does the grocery shopping. Tell me where did I go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the conversation went like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: our house got clams meh?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: no don't have only scallop&lt;br /&gt;Me: then you say got clams...&lt;br /&gt;(obviously I v sad right. And my statement got no fault? And why would I scream at my mother over clams?)&lt;br /&gt;Mum: DON'T HAVE MEANS DON'T HAVE OKAY TALK TO ME PROPERLY &lt;br /&gt;Me: I didn't even scream I just thought cos you say got clams...&lt;br /&gt;Mum: I SAY WRONGLY CANNOT IS IT YOUR TONE WAS RUDE THAT'S WHY I'M SCREAMING NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, am I wrong? I didn't even scream, I mean no clams then no clams la I just wanna confirm cos my maid might not know what clams are. Then she scream at me and made it seem like it's my fault. Seriously tell me am I wrong or is my mother insane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed I feel like crying now. I don't care okay I'm gonna start a cold war with my mother she's too absurd and crazy this time I didn't do anything wrong. Even my maid was standing there and she can vouch that I did not scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I can't stand my mum anymore. She always puts the blame on me when really, is it my fault for not wanting to talk to her cos she'll always scream at me? What is wrong with her brain la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed,&lt;br /&gt;Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-927928664479302716?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/927928664479302716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/crazy-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/927928664479302716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/927928664479302716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/crazy-bitch.html' title='Crazy bitch'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-9141818509860105910</id><published>2011-12-13T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T22:45:54.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One</title><content type='html'>I think I am in love.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN LOVE LOVE LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JouCLr1B7GE/TudkiKNHM6I/AAAAAAAADYk/Yo_gfGvGgl8/s1600/Jay%252BChou%252BGreen%252BHornet%252BPremiere%252BN3z_jrOZL4Cl.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JouCLr1B7GE/TudkiKNHM6I/AAAAAAAADYk/Yo_gfGvGgl8/s320/Jay%252BChou%252BGreen%252BHornet%252BPremiere%252BN3z_jrOZL4Cl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685623592596222882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I cannot take it anymore. I think I will never adore a someone else as much as I adore Jay Chou. He's like, the Mr Perfect in my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love him, so so much. Gosh you must think that I am insane. But, honestly, he is really amazingly talented and awesome. Can't stand it seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am buying Jay Chou products yay! To show my love for him as well as to extend my collection/my shrine lol. I will have a Jay Chou shrine in my new room next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lurb,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-9141818509860105910?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/9141818509860105910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/9141818509860105910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/9141818509860105910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/one.html' title='One'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JouCLr1B7GE/TudkiKNHM6I/AAAAAAAADYk/Yo_gfGvGgl8/s72-c/Jay%252BChou%252BGreen%252BHornet%252BPremiere%252BN3z_jrOZL4Cl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-3301959710116948834</id><published>2011-12-12T23:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T00:04:22.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh oh oh</title><content type='html'>疗伤烧肉粽 - 周杰伦&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唉呦 我早已说过你跟他应该会分开&lt;br /&gt;吵架的理由我也已经知道大概&lt;br /&gt;你需要人宠爱 天天叫你baby&lt;br /&gt;这英文 好险我会念&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不听我的劝 纠缠好几年&lt;br /&gt;委屈时借你靠肩 我不收你钱&lt;br /&gt;等你想开了 不会再红着眼&lt;br /&gt;什么叫正港的情人我来示范一遍&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;烧肉粽 如果你想吃不需要等到端午节&lt;br /&gt;烧肉粽 你要酸的甜的苦的辣的随时给你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;烧肉粽 酸甜苦辣的爱情请把它忘记&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;烧肉粽 我可以陪你也让你出气&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;把你的手借我 请你不用想太多&lt;br /&gt;爱你不会说出口 只给你打气加油&lt;br /&gt;只喜欢你笑容 所以不用想太多&lt;br /&gt;当了一天情人以后 我怕你会嫌不够&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;反正现在分了 就跟你老实说吧&lt;br /&gt;之前跟他套招 我真的没有办法&lt;br /&gt;我实在不忍心 如果不骗你你会更伤心&lt;br /&gt;只是我没想到 你居然会相信&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不知道你是傻还是真的单纯&lt;br /&gt;我想你是傻吧傻才会跟他一起&lt;br /&gt;如果莫名奇妙你们又复合了&lt;br /&gt;我说的这些就请把它忘了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;烧肉粽 如果你想吃不需要等到端午节&lt;br /&gt;烧肉粽 你要酸的甜的苦的辣的随时给你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;烧肉粽 酸甜苦辣的爱情请把它忘记&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;烧肉粽 我可以陪你也让你出气&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;把你的手借我 请你不用想太多&lt;br /&gt;爱你不会说出口 只给你打气加油&lt;br /&gt;只喜欢你笑容 所以不用想太多&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;当了一天情人以后 我怕你会嫌不够&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;把你的手借我 oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;爱你不会说出口 oh oh oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;只喜欢你笑容 所以不用想太多&lt;br /&gt;当了一天情人以后 我怕你会嫌不够 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song is amazing and the rhythm/beat is so catchy I love it! Best thing is, Jay Chou wrote the lyrics and the tune and all the sound mixing etc etc etc all courtesy of my favourite person on Earth. You know somehow no matter how I may like other artistes but at the end of the day, I still go back to Jay Chou. I will never get tired of listening to his songs even if they are like from 10 years ago... Actually now will be like, 11? Hahah! I lost count already, can you believe it? And I have all his albums lol I think I very hardcore don't you think that I am very hardcore? Well this just proves that my love for Jay Chou is deeper than the deepest oceans, wider than the sky lol. I mean it okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I went out for lunch today with, surprisingly not my usual lunch date with Nicole but with Kanchen! Man I've not talked to her for so long! I miss her man! I miss the people in my clique man!! Can't wait to see them in their prom outfit, looking stunning and gorgeous! ^^ Oh and one probably stunning and dashing lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I can &lt;b&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt; go to Universal Studios and hopefully, if I am lucky, you will text me. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope la hor. Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay like any other Jay Chou fan I am going to learn how to sing this song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhao xia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-3301959710116948834?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/3301959710116948834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-oh-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/3301959710116948834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/3301959710116948834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-oh-oh.html' title='oh oh oh'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-2140056202685031770</id><published>2011-12-11T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:21:38.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three words</title><content type='html'>11 days for  me to say the f word and since I've said it, I don't give a fuck.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what is worse than thinking stupid thoughts? Losing something. Yes, you know I don't know why I made such a big hooha out of this... Where are my anger words?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the fuck I have no idea what the fuck is wrong with me to somehow magically drop my Ez-link card in the bus and have no idea how to go about searching it what the fuck right. And it's not like I didn't realise cos I didn't fucking tap out of the bus what the fuck is wrong with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what happened? Well I'll tell you what happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was a rather fucking crowded bus and I was having a two-seater seat all to myself. Being the paranoid person I am afraid that a cockroach will crawl out any minute of that filthy bus I will never move in. Then I saw like this fucktard carrying like, quite a number of things so okay fine I moved in for the fucktard so at least the fucktard could sit. In the process I must have dropped the bus card which I just put $10 in what the fuck right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fucktard didn't want to sit down. Like what the fuck people make space for you you still want to stand, then when some other person left his seat that fucktard sat there. I AM LIKE WHAT THE FUCK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I deserved it. From getting my mind preoccupied to the point that I don't know I dropped something worth fucking $10 to being kind for nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM NEVER GOING TO GIVE UP MY SEAT TO A FUCKING PERSON EVER AGAIN I DON'T CARE IF YOU ARE FUCKING SENILE, OLD, CRIPPLED, HANDICAPPED, PREGNANT, CARRYING A LOT OF THINGS OR WHATEVER FUCKING SHIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I came home and my mum nags the fucking shit out of that foul mouth that she has on her fucking face what is wrong with her can't she tell that I was very pissed already and she had to aggravate it. Then she scolded me for being angry at her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIKE WHO THE FUCK ASKED YOU TO COME AND TALK TO ME RIGHT. WHAT THE FUCK I AM SO ANGRY I FEEL LIKE CRYING NOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY CRYING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-2140056202685031770?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/2140056202685031770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/three-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2140056202685031770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2140056202685031770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/three-words.html' title='Three words'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-4157835985103741067</id><published>2011-12-11T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:27:30.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fa la la la;</title><content type='html'>Hello. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am on my way home now after a movie. I watched already famous but it was pretty... Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I thought Michelle Chong could do better. But since this is her first attempt, I guess it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Chua Enlai's comical face though hahaha. I think he made me laugh the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically the show is about a girl who wants to be a famous star so she came to Singapore to be talent spotted and she went on this talent show, which she won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course she ended up with xiao gui. I thought that xiao gui's acting was too... Erh, like a xiao zhu it's like he's trying to be him. But well, I don't know they hang out so much I think they are sort of alike? Although xiao gui was undeniably cute. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay there's this guy in the train with fish eyes like his eyes goes two ways so scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there's this part in the show where Michelle was scared so she called xiao gui and xiao gui said something like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he encouraged her and told her not to give up without trying and that she can do it. Kinda reminds me of a certain someone in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if you want you can be the female lead in my life, there may be a lot of NGs but there will never be a cut."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he said it in Chinese (with more feelings), I totally melted. Hahaha. Made me think. Sigh. So cheesy right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the movie my cousin went on to say how she doesn't talk to her ex-boyfriends anymore... That's her rule lol. Made me think too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's movie was thought-evoking, though in a way I did not want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells Christmas is approaching!! I hope I get to wake up and say "mummy it's snowing!!!!" Then run out and sing "I should be playing in the winter snow, but imma be under the mistletoe." and go "screw this imma play in the winter snow." Okay lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my dear Santa have you heard my pleas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this Christmas I will sing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last christmas I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away.&lt;br /&gt;This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this song is very appropriate hahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeward bound,&lt;br /&gt;Joyce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-4157835985103741067?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/4157835985103741067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/fa-la-la-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/4157835985103741067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/4157835985103741067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/fa-la-la-la.html' title='Fa la la la;'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-2614359436266078279</id><published>2011-12-11T01:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T01:54:40.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait for it;</title><content type='html'>Okay today I am sick of blogging because I am annoyed with annoying people so I am going to put a picture of Barney for you to enjoy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irWJ2oT2FGE/TuOcE6XaoqI/AAAAAAAADYM/7OvEeNqGFT0/s1600/sub-square-barney.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irWJ2oT2FGE/TuOcE6XaoqI/AAAAAAAADYM/7OvEeNqGFT0/s320/sub-square-barney.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684558762872578722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay seriously why must the Internet annoy me now I didn't mean this Barney! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; I meant the hot and handsome and awesome and cute and legendary one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-irYoZV84do4/TuOcPi9m0yI/AAAAAAAADYY/k0EcFLWLRSI/s1600/tumblr_lpzpxnh5yX1qeftijo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-irYoZV84do4/TuOcPi9m0yI/AAAAAAAADYY/k0EcFLWLRSI/s320/tumblr_lpzpxnh5yX1qeftijo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684558945568871202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is the man of my dreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barney Stinson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I was the Robin to his Barney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quit copying me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-2614359436266078279?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/2614359436266078279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/wait-for-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2614359436266078279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2614359436266078279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/wait-for-it.html' title='Wait for it;'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irWJ2oT2FGE/TuOcE6XaoqI/AAAAAAAADYM/7OvEeNqGFT0/s72-c/sub-square-barney.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-1866478608364360608</id><published>2011-12-10T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T20:54:47.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Anisa</title><content type='html'>Mine mine translation&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine may not be that fantastic but it's so much better than the online one (let me show you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;沒有你的生活 我開始寫小說&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life without you, I started writing a novel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;好多畫面好多靈感 我要把稿費都給你&lt;/div&gt;All my inspirations' royalties are to you (Like you were the inspiration of the novel?)&lt;br /&gt;巷口不小心經過 你的車子依舊停在紅線&lt;div&gt;I passed by the alley, I saw your car parked illegally(?)&lt;br /&gt;幫你繳罰單 你叫我別管 我才想到我們已經分開&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I offereed to pay your fine, but you told me not to care and that's when I know we've parted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;想起那一個夏天 那不是那不是那是冬天&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered it was summer time, no winter time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;想起你生氣的臉 每天就像冬天 唉唉唉&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking about your angry face, everyday is winter! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;你說那是愛愛愛&lt;br /&gt;You said that's love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;誰該堅強起來 月亮還是太陽&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who needs to be stronger? Sun or Moon&lt;br /&gt;是誰遮了誰 是誰都會依賴&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who covered who? Both are dependent (You don't really have to care about this part)&lt;br /&gt;你說已分開 為什麼還要幫你撐傘&lt;br /&gt;You said since we've parted, why must I hold the umbrella for you (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Coz baby you are Mine Mine&lt;br /&gt;Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine&lt;br /&gt;Mine Mine&lt;br /&gt;Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine&lt;br /&gt;太快 就承認认 我真的很想你&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does admitting that I miss you too quickly&lt;br /&gt;會不會沒有男子氣概&lt;br /&gt;Show that I am not masculine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say Bye Bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye&lt;br /&gt;Oh Bye Bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye&lt;br /&gt;拆開 我的心隨你看 滿滿的都是愛&lt;br /&gt;Open my heart you can, it's filled with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的眼皮跳一下 代表你在想我&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eye twitch = you miss me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The online website wrote "I represent you in the eyes jump about like me")&lt;br /&gt;我的耳朵癢一下 代表你在講我壞話&lt;br /&gt;My ear itchy = you're gossiping about me&lt;br /&gt;我沒這麼不好吧 不用跟朋友說吧&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that bad right? Don't have to tell your friends right?&lt;br /&gt;如果以後和好了 看到你朋友不是很尷尬&lt;br /&gt;What if we're back together it'll be awkward when I meet your friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I think this whole paragraph makes super a lot of sense, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;騙誰 我說的氣話都收回&lt;br /&gt;Who I am trying to kid, I take bad all the words I said in a fit of an anger&lt;br /&gt;我寫的小說根本是空白黑夜&lt;br /&gt;My novel is... Nothing (?)&lt;br /&gt;你說既然已分開 為何還要幫你撐傘&lt;br /&gt;You said since we've parted, why must I hold the umbrella for you (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(This is hokkien already!)&lt;br /&gt;嘜嘜 你嘜擱嘜擱偷偷離開&lt;br /&gt;(Can you believe the "嘜嘜" sounds like "mine mine" Jay Chou is a genius right!?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did you leave secretly?&lt;br /&gt;嘜嘜 你嘜擱嘜擱偷偷離開&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave secretly?&lt;br /&gt;嘜驚 我不會放你一人治那﻿&lt;br /&gt;I will not leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;你想祙有人靠有人會疼&lt;br /&gt;When you need someone to lean on, someone to love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;嘜吶 你雨傘雨傘趕緊打開&lt;br /&gt;Open your umbrella quickly&lt;br /&gt;嘜吶 你雨傘雨傘趕緊打開&lt;br /&gt;Open your umbrella quickly&lt;br /&gt;嘜鬧 落大雨你淋雨我艱苦&lt;br /&gt;On a rainy day, if you get wet, my heart aches&lt;br /&gt;落大雨我没你會艱苦&lt;br /&gt;On a rainy day, without you, life is tough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOHOO I THINK I AM DAMN PRO OKAY ANISA ENJOY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-1866478608364360608?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/1866478608364360608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-anisa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/1866478608364360608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/1866478608364360608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-anisa.html' title='For Anisa'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-4366741467633608921</id><published>2011-12-09T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T09:41:21.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifeless;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CdKYFZvDP5g/TuIf6sLpPtI/AAAAAAAADYA/aJvyDtmAHdI/s1600/tumblr_lvavvuGlfs1qcxssyo1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CdKYFZvDP5g/TuIf6sLpPtI/AAAAAAAADYA/aJvyDtmAHdI/s320/tumblr_lvavvuGlfs1qcxssyo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684140772847861458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Today I put that photo because that facial expression, exactly the same as mine right now. Wow? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I had lunch with Nicole... And Nigel. It was so funny because it was unusually quiet, partly because we couldn't talk about NC16 stuff LOL. Nigel was, undeniably cute, yet loquacious. Hahaha! Oh well I said he may just become a 6-pointer in the future who knows lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, besides that, that's not the reason why I have that expression on my face. In case you guys didn't know, I am reading a dog encyclopedia sort of book and after reading about the dog, I do external research on it, and record the details in a book. So like, this book only talks about the features of the dog and the temperament/character, so I search for the type of disease the dog is prone to and I write all of it in a book. So today, I amazingly read up on 6 dogs cos usually I only have time for 2 (thank you train ride from Pasir Ris to Tanjong Pagar) and after researching and writing up on erh... 3 dogs, my pen went crazy and now, I am penless and I cannot continue writing in the book. Stupid la, waste my money man. And there was still a lot of ink left, It's all because of the post-it. It caused the thing to like, stop inking? I don't know but you probably should or should not not know what I just said, or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And usually with the description I would place a photo of the dog at that page, but hell my printer doesn't want to connect with my Macbook it's like, Apple is incompatible with HP (get it?) so annoying I cannot even complete what I want to do tonight and it's now 11pm, which is reading time DAMN IT. Means I will accumulate a lot of dog information and I will become too lazy to write and I will just stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay okay okay, pep talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MUST NOT STOP.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I want to continue reading and the number of dogs will start piling up ugh. Which reminds me, you know, even though I love golden retrievers (you know why they are called retrievers? Because they are known for, in the past, retrieving stuff how LOL is that), I never want to own one. The number of diseases they are prone to, or have a high chance of contracting, is alot, especially eye diseases and cancer. Cancers are very common among dogs apparently. It's so sad cos I wouldn't know whether to just let my dog die or undergo horrible chemotherapy, radio therapy or surgically remove the tumour. So sad can! My dog will be in so much pain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And retrievers are too big anyways lol they will drag me. Yorkshire terrier! Yorkshire terrier! Hahah! Weird. Okay, I shall just waste my night away with How I met your Mother. Or should I read? Or should I sleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 11pm? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELL TO THE NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop copying me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-4366741467633608921?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/4366741467633608921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/lifeless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/4366741467633608921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/4366741467633608921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/lifeless.html' title='Lifeless;'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CdKYFZvDP5g/TuIf6sLpPtI/AAAAAAAADYA/aJvyDtmAHdI/s72-c/tumblr_lvavvuGlfs1qcxssyo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-190250996312001978</id><published>2011-12-08T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T22:50:14.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best</title><content type='html'>Today I wanted to grab a photo from Tumblr and place it here, but I figured it'll be a waste on time and why I should put Tumblr stuff in Blogger? Tumblr stuff should stay in Tumblr world, right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I've been really busy these past few days watching How I met your Mother and reading my book so I haven't been blogging about myself and my life and my day and everything about me. Lol I sound like a self centered person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now I shall blog about... Something other than dogs and animals and How I met your Mother. I shall blog about... (as the title suggests) the best things that has happened in 2011!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, why now? It's not even 31st December yet. But I figured, I'm coming back to Singapore on like, the 28th I'll be suffering from jet lag by the time to even celebrate New Year's. Besides so not looking forward to 2012... Just kidding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, I realised, while lying in bed for half an hour zoning out, I went about this year crushless! I am so free from guys. I know what you guys are thinking, so I will clarify.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was trying to get over someone so that is not a crush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My stupid prince thing was sort of a phase and it actually started last year so technically, I'm over the whole fairy tale thing, Cinderella thing, Prince thing and when did I even start liking that person? Lol. Must be too  much pixie dust. So technically, I had no crush this year, a couple of eye candy, particularly one I see almost 5 times a week, and if I'm lucky, sniff his cologne but that's pretty much it. I sounded obsessed didn't I? Lol. Moving on to the main bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the best parts... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the best parts about this year was studying. I know what you must be thinking, are you crazy! GEEZ. But no, studying got funner (LOL) with Monday study dates with Nicole, which included hanging out at Bugis and Subway, drinking Koi, irritating each other, talking to Clarence Lim via Facebook... &lt;b&gt;TALKING TO CLARENCE LIM VIA FACEBOOK&lt;/b&gt; how can that not be cool! True story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways so yes, all my study dates, with Nicole, Anisa, Joanne, Sin kang, Sherry, ... Everyone whom I've studied with, it was fun to have such company. Omg I remember the badminton + study date where I didn't get to play with Mr Eng but I got asked by the stupid V-principal to tie up my semi-wet hair. Like just cos she has short hair doesn't mean that she doesn't know that you can't tie your hair until it's completely dry. But I loved that day a lot... Not because I met Cutest after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh speaking of cutest, NOT A CRUSH! Just an eye candy. See. I went crushless! I was invincible this year. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best nights of my life would have to be Monday tuitions, bringing joy to my Mondays to start the week right. Ahh.. Oh and how can I forget, the phone call night! It took so many things off my chest that night I could sleep like a log and not worry because the rock in my chest has been lifted. Whew. Love having long chats over the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What other best times do I have? Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHALET. Yes chalet. Night cycling, roti prate, more night cycling, the sec 4 badminton-ers were awesome! Really gonna miss being in the same team, we've been through so much together. OH AND of course after that!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went out after taking a 2 hour quick nap. That was another best time I've ever had! WOOHOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I'm tired, I shall think of more tomorrow, or when I have time. Right now I just want to read. I watched the whole of HIMYM season 3 in two days I need a break from that show. But I personally liked (from seasons 1 to 3) the episode, was it called spoiler alert? The one where they pointed out each other's flaws then got the glass breaking sound lol. But now my personally favourite is season 4 episode 1 (I tend to forget episodes after I watch them I only remember my favourite ones), the 'do I know you?' episode where Barney falls in love with Robin. OMG lor I think at that moment I fell harder for Barney. Did I mention that I love Barney after season 1 episode 1? Hahah! He's so funny. "Legen- I hope you're not lactose intolerance because the next two syllabus are -dary" LOL something like that. It was stuck in my head ever since I watched season 1 like 2 weeks ago? And how Barney speaks in high pitch voices hahaha! So cute can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I really want to read my book now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-190250996312001978?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/190250996312001978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/190250996312001978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/190250996312001978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/best.html' title='Best'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-5762829779523704483</id><published>2011-12-08T09:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T09:11:17.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QSdQzGjlngA/TuAMobznBoI/AAAAAAAADXo/8owemcC5w74/s1600/iStock_000001272766Small.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QSdQzGjlngA/TuAMobznBoI/AAAAAAAADXo/8owemcC5w74/s320/iStock_000001272766Small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683556618540091010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This dog is called a Brittany. Can you believe it! Haha so feminine imagine if the dog is a dude. Woah. Sissy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V2vlbIr071s/TuANOtMyyaI/AAAAAAAADX0/Q_2oURER8IU/s1600/German-Shorthaired-Pointer.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V2vlbIr071s/TuANOtMyyaI/AAAAAAAADX0/Q_2oURER8IU/s320/German-Shorthaired-Pointer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683557276044151202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a pointer dog, but there are different kinds of pointer woah woah gonna spend my time reading today yay! I have a dictionary thick book for myself to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-5762829779523704483?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/5762829779523704483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/dogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/5762829779523704483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/5762829779523704483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/dogs.html' title='dogs'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QSdQzGjlngA/TuAMobznBoI/AAAAAAAADXo/8owemcC5w74/s72-c/iStock_000001272766Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-5163812806103276992</id><published>2011-12-06T10:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T10:18:45.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tolerance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忍一时风平浪静&lt;br /&gt;退一步海阔天空&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最讨厌的是别人读了我的博客后就认为她们最了解我. 对这些人我只有三个字...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;去死吧.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female,&lt;br /&gt;Joyce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-5163812806103276992?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/5163812806103276992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/tolerance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/5163812806103276992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/5163812806103276992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/tolerance.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-6884135232707429484</id><published>2011-12-05T14:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T10:12:32.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woof.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5YGPP1RVXwo/TtxlOIjHIUI/AAAAAAAADXQ/fUmyF0fGCLw/s1600/tumblr_lvpmc2oITX1qkj1fao1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5YGPP1RVXwo/TtxlOIjHIUI/AAAAAAAADXQ/fUmyF0fGCLw/s320/tumblr_lvpmc2oITX1qkj1fao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682528123322048834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. Listening to Mistletoe by Justin Bieber. Honestly, I have to admit that his voice now is better than the 'baby baby baby ooohhh'. He sounds so much more mature. I like. Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'The wisemen followed the star&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;the way I followed my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and it led me to a miracle'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww. I don't even know why I'm blogging now because I usually do it at night, like, in the wee hours of the morning. Oh wells maybe I am that bored. I want to go back to the vet tomorrow. There are going to give vaccination to 40 puppies!!! FORTY PUPPIES can you imagine how cute they will look? Sigh I think I will beg my mum for a dog when I am 18. After A levels. I have so much time since school starts in August, though if I were to pursue my ambition to become a vet, I will be travelling with my dog! Hahah! That would be cool won't it? Imagine me, training to become a vet, while I do hands-on on my own dog. I am thinking of getting a Yorkshire Terrier. It looks something like this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/felixdw/felixdw0903/felixdw090300015/4490013-young-pom-pom-dog-looking-around.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/felixdw/felixdw0903/felixdw090300015/4490013-young-pom-pom-dog-looking-around.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before that I realised why the almost dying dog is named Pom. Like, the vet called it pom. The above picture is how healthy Pom should look like. The name of this breed is, obviously, Pom Pom! Get it? Get it? Hahah Omg I know the breed, I know the dog's name but I didn't see the link-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/NPLPOD/9049875.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/NPLPOD/9049875.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is a Yorkshire terrier. Sorry the picture seems a but weird. But it's damn cute right? I want either this or a toy Poodle. A toy poodle, as the name suggests is smaller than those real life-size poodles you see with those balls of fur at the legs which Mademoiselles in France own. Hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://dogshaadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Yorkshire-Terrier-Puppies.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 360px;" src="http://dogshaadi.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Yorkshire-Terrier-Puppies.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So cute right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah one puppy cost around $1500 when I went dog hunting like, almost 5 years ago. I'm sure prices will increase... Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bark,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-6884135232707429484?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/6884135232707429484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/woof.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/6884135232707429484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/6884135232707429484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/woof.html' title='woof.'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5YGPP1RVXwo/TtxlOIjHIUI/AAAAAAAADXQ/fUmyF0fGCLw/s72-c/tumblr_lvpmc2oITX1qkj1fao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-3067680201474450180</id><published>2011-12-05T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:12:01.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAk9CsHLuzk/TtukJ2HS4EI/AAAAAAAADXE/dxraucMHBuo/s1600/tumblr_lvo0h00tdS1qf70r5o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAk9CsHLuzk/TtukJ2HS4EI/AAAAAAAADXE/dxraucMHBuo/s320/tumblr_lvo0h00tdS1qf70r5o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682315843909902402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was supposed to do this post at the start of December, but I was too busy with How I met your mother to even bother blogging and writing in Jerow (I always have the urge to do it but I feel so lazy all the time).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, before I begin I shall talk about my last day at the vet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today was pretty cool. I got to hold on to a kitten for the first time in my entire life. And it was no ordinary kitten, it was the cutest grey kitten I've ever seen. Totally changed my opinions on cats man. I didn't realise that cats can hide their claws!!! It's like, "buried" in their paws but when they want to strike, woah they're good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, Pom is alright now I guess though he went into spasms after taking a piss. Scared me stiff I thought he had a heart attack or something. But in the end I guess he just wanted some attention? I don't know la but I hope he's gonna be okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... There wasn't any serious case today though there was supposed to be a blood transfusion thing. Apparently, they have no blood banks (actually it's like a "like duh" thing but I went to ask "do pets have a blood bank?" so yeah quite dumb) so they have to find a donor dog and do like a match cos blood agglutinates (like you didn't know that). Surprisingly I still remember my Bio stuff hahaha! Though the one at the vet was SUPERRRR cheem,  but well, won't need to know all that unless I got straight As for my Alevels (fat hope).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that concludes my work experience programme. I must say I am very inspired to become one now, especially seeing how the vet can be so selfless and lodge animals that were gonna be put down due to selfish reasons. And isn't it cool to be the vet and your wife's the nurse? I think it's damn cool, at least for the woman you know your husband won't be cheating on you, ahhh not bad right. But for now, I just have to study hard. Sigh.. Studying... It gets you to places you can never imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, as I mentioned earlier I was gonna blog about something since the start of December but now I'm five days late. If you are wondering what it is about, I remembered a long long time ago, I wrote that December was &lt;b&gt;the&lt;/b&gt; month to grow up. I wouldn't say that with so much conviction but I guess I would try to grow up. I mean isn't it a natural process? Hmm hmm hmm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, all I'm trying to say is that, I'm gonna teach myself to be less like the Joyce in November and more like the Joyce I should become. For example, I will stop saying the f word that rhymes with luck. Honestly I don't know how many times I've tried and the vet that I've hung out with over the past couple of days made it seem legal to just say the word on any occasion and is all cool about it makes me question my stand. Should I stop saying it? Or not? But then I decided the only reason why he can say it was cos he's a dude. Though I broke the whole no f word thing at the start of December by swearing cos of that stupid sec 2 intern kid (will NOT elaborate).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, I will try to be more, tolerant. I think my tolerance level has risen with the incessant barking from pudding the stunted pug and the stupid sec 2 intern kid (again, will NOT elaborate). I must say I am rather impressed with me not shooting him down like a crazy bitch. Hahah you speaking of bitch I read off the medicine label "...bitches and dogs." Hahaha! I was trying not to laugh in the consultation room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, I will forget everything, &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt; related to love. Whether it's Vincent, the little crush I had on someone I shouldn't have, Vincent, some guy etc. No more. Absolutely no more. (But then again for all you know I may start falling in love with some random guy in JC) but my heart promised my brain not to be so irrational and stupid. I've had enough. I think I'll really run off to a nunnery with Jasveen, hahah just saying. I will only think about studying and if applicable, my CCA. And to get me motivated I will think about the horrible vet requirements for university applicants, freak out and start mugging. Yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah this sounds so much like a freaking new year resolution right? But I am certain about this. Oh and the whole losing weight thing? Nah I'm done with that. Yes I'm still gonna moan about how fat and obese I am. But truth is, the only reason why I'm doing that is because I always think that guys go for skinny girls (which half the time it's true). But I figured if no one wants me (Aww) then so be it lorh. I can be the old single dog woman taking care of my ugly pug till death do we part. And yeah figure isn't all that, that's what I think. And it's not like there aren't any fatter guys than me out there... Okay not fatter, muscular. Hahah! Okay folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-3067680201474450180?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/3067680201474450180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/reflections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/3067680201474450180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/3067680201474450180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/reflections.html' title='reflections'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAk9CsHLuzk/TtukJ2HS4EI/AAAAAAAADXE/dxraucMHBuo/s72-c/tumblr_lvo0h00tdS1qf70r5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-8451927567303422115</id><published>2011-12-03T17:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T18:05:12.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>Work experience programme days 4&amp;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 was pretty dead because they weren't very busy. Oh wells I didn't do much I just attended to Pom. Pom is a dog (picture later) from a pet shop. Apparently today they found out it has kidney failure. So sad right and it is anemic because haemoglobin content in one RBC is lower than normal. Sadness okay how can pet shops be like that!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are very practical apparently. Once they see the dog like that, then forget it lor put down. Stupid right how can they! The vet actually saved a dog from being killed I hope they save this one too, actually it should first save itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today there was an emergency operation. Apparently its womb is infected. Usually the uterus is the size of... You know the tube people used for drips? Very thin one leh. Yeah that's the diameter of the normal uterus but this dog the uterus was like 100 times the size (claimed the doctor) so omg right then when it came out I still dumb-ly asked, is that the stomach? Hahaha. So you see if I can think that it was the stomach, you can only imagine how big it is. And if it's stomach it's stomach x2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the owner cried because the dig might die during the surgery due to the... Thing it gives to make it sleep and numb the pain I forgot what it's called plus the dog was old so risk is high. Nonetheless if they don't operate the dog's chances of survival is 0%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully the operation was a success. Hopefully there won't be any complications!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I'm very worried for Pom. I hope he will be well by the time I leave the vet, which is actually tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is Pom. See how bad a state he is in? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-c1sQ3zWWvps/Ttn0VkDbQlI/AAAAAAAADW4/k3k9DFXohTE/s640/blogger-image--1297560770.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-c1sQ3zWWvps/Ttn0VkDbQlI/AAAAAAAADW4/k3k9DFXohTE/s640/blogger-image--1297560770.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-8451927567303422115?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/8451927567303422115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/wow_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8451927567303422115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8451927567303422115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/wow_03.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-c1sQ3zWWvps/Ttn0VkDbQlI/AAAAAAAADW4/k3k9DFXohTE/s72-c/blogger-image--1297560770.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-8321022059957409474</id><published>2011-12-01T09:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T17:54:27.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>Work experience programme days 2&amp;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing this one day late because I got knocked out at 11pm. Not I know why working people grow fat. They only eat, work and sleep. Too tired to even exercise for a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay will continue later because a patient is here! I saw it yesterday too! Will elaborate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying,&lt;br /&gt;There was this dog with ticks. So what happened was that, the owner didn't have an appointment, thus his dog couldn't be treated. So I asked the vet if tick problem was serious. So apparently it was because it could lead to tick fever, which could cause death. So I was a little worried cos the dog was too beautiful to die (damn I had.no picture of it). So yeah the owner came back today!! So the dog is saved!! Thanks to the doctor! Hahaha. But the dog's so pretty and it's a show dog I bet it's a champ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm running a blood test for polo, a canine. And there was Bexter who jumped on me hahaha. Bexter, I heard, almost died with like blood transfusion and all so super sad!! And Bexter scratched me cos I was repelling. Hahaha. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a slow day. Hope there'll he more patients!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are no patients now. A really odd thing to see because usually, it is packed! The clinic I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was this husky named richter. Apparently the owner is some editor in the straits times. Hahaha talk about power, and wealth, no wonder the first four letters of the dog's name are rich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lunch break soon and as usual, I'll be eating alone, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was really... Slack and boring. Though I witnessed an operation which required the removal of 5 lumps. Woah right. Apparently the dog's 10 years old already, in doggy years that's 70. Sigh poor dog, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways tomorrow I think hunter's coming in.. The going to die dog? I think they are gonna put him down )'; I wanna miss it but at the same time I wanna know how difficult it is as a vet to go through this. Heart wrenching and tear jerking )';&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is pet's station, as in it's really from the pet station, this really big pet shop? Apparently the dog is really really weak. The way they take care of the dogs is terrible. You know they wanted to put a dog down cos it cannot conceive? Cruel much? This shows that they are so profit driven!! )'; but the dog (which is a pug btw) is ultra annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog's actually licking itself on one side, apparently its tongue is paralyzed on one side. So sad right!!! Pet station should treat these animals better!! And the dog's really weak, frail and hungry! )';&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TPOCEHQ9EbY/TtdShB9Tn8I/AAAAAAAADWw/FdroOtP1mNE/s640/blogger-image--1706703918.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TPOCEHQ9EbY/TtdShB9Tn8I/AAAAAAAADWw/FdroOtP1mNE/s640/blogger-image--1706703918.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-8321022059957409474?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/8321022059957409474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8321022059957409474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8321022059957409474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/12/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TPOCEHQ9EbY/TtdShB9Tn8I/AAAAAAAADWw/FdroOtP1mNE/s72-c/blogger-image--1706703918.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-1247495316588101801</id><published>2011-11-30T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T14:07:46.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel really sad. A dog passed away at midnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-un1xQi65AYo/TtXIMN_T1zI/AAAAAAAADWo/1nOUTbhp_qI/s640/blogger-image--722163901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-un1xQi65AYo/TtXIMN_T1zI/AAAAAAAADWo/1nOUTbhp_qI/s640/blogger-image--722163901.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-1247495316588101801?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/1247495316588101801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-feel-really-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/1247495316588101801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/1247495316588101801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-feel-really-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-un1xQi65AYo/TtXIMN_T1zI/AAAAAAAADWo/1nOUTbhp_qI/s72-c/blogger-image--722163901.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-8388456188617120513</id><published>2011-11-29T14:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T17:54:33.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>Work experience programme day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the job's quite cool. Like, you're not only a doctor, you're a surgeon and a dentist. So you earn like thrice the amount. And the number of patients keeps flooding in like literally. So I guess that it's a very $$$ job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I mentally calculated one patient. The total fee was $144+ ONE CONSULTATION eh. And that was the 6th animal. Those without a jab will cost around, MINIMUM $60. See! Better than a GP because almost EVERY pet needed a jab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I got to hold (like the leash?) a retriever today!! Kinda reminded of Bruno )'; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first dog I met was a retriever. Which jumped on me while I was holding its leash. Such a cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really remember. But there was a pug too. An ugly pug. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was a Maltese that had the same haircut as its owner. Maltese. Reminded me of coco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this cat named cyber. Why cyber? Cos it chewed up the computer mouse HAHAH so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was this dog named lucky. Hee hee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and hunter, the dying dog with cancer. I changed the drip for him you know!! I felt like a nurse!! And I helped with the blood test for lucky! I feel so pro. HAHA. And the blood test for animals is slightly different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I did a snap test! It's basically this test to check for heartworms. Apparently dogs get heartworms due to mosquito bites. So scary right, it's like dengue. It causes death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I witnessed sterilization. A female and a male cat. HAHA. So I saw a pair of ovaries plus what I believe was the oviduct and I saw a pair of testes and what I believe was the sperm duct. I wonder if they called the gonads (gonads are sex cells right?) sperm too hahahah. But the balls were so small they looked like jelly beans. But I was quite grossed out with the way he dug for the organ in the body. What if he pulled out the wrong thing!?! But nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the saddest part was the dying dog named hunter. No actually what's sadder is that I have to have lunch alone )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay never mind this is hunter!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VJZWAHaigCU/TtSszSH_QgI/AAAAAAAADWg/Abu3jqXs_jM/s640/blogger-image-1407285952.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VJZWAHaigCU/TtSszSH_QgI/AAAAAAAADWg/Abu3jqXs_jM/s640/blogger-image-1407285952.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-8388456188617120513?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/8388456188617120513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/wow_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8388456188617120513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8388456188617120513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/wow_29.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VJZWAHaigCU/TtSszSH_QgI/AAAAAAAADWg/Abu3jqXs_jM/s72-c/blogger-image-1407285952.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-4813024443158597356</id><published>2011-11-28T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T00:19:08.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chio</title><content type='html'>Hello. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I went to a flea which was rather disappointing because there wasn't a lot of stuff. But I met Kitju there! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She gave me the glue for the crystals thing for the Iphone thing. So instead of working on Artsy Fartsy part 2, I decided to do something else!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially I wanted to make a heart like right smack in the middle of the phone. But then, I guess that it doesn't really reflect a Joyce. So... I decided to choose another... Shape. And guess what I made! (Like it isn't obvious enough)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qKqLMyQ5L4c/TtJg2dtawiI/AAAAAAAADWM/n2mY2kfY54Q/s1600/IMG_2355.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qKqLMyQ5L4c/TtJg2dtawiI/AAAAAAAADWM/n2mY2kfY54Q/s320/IMG_2355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679708568871944738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mickey Mouse!!! Taken together with the Mickey book I bought today, with many many Mickeys (and a Minnie) in the background! I wanted to add a bow (like what's on the book) but I realised that the Iphone word was there and it fits perfectly. I think I have good estimation ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gi1TusOSe94/TtJg2b3RPjI/AAAAAAAADWU/aO-cqqsO8fA/s1600/IMG_2356.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gi1TusOSe94/TtJg2b3RPjI/AAAAAAAADWU/aO-cqqsO8fA/s320/IMG_2356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679708568376393266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A closer look! Now I don't know if I should cover the whole Mickey or just leave this as it is. What do you think? (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Squeak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-4813024443158597356?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/4813024443158597356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/chio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/4813024443158597356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/4813024443158597356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/chio.html' title='Chio'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qKqLMyQ5L4c/TtJg2dtawiI/AAAAAAAADWM/n2mY2kfY54Q/s72-c/IMG_2355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-2233259581391099038</id><published>2011-11-26T22:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T11:43:00.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artsy Fartsy part 1</title><content type='html'>Hey. So recently I have been making lots and lots of cards. After finishing 19 Christmas cards, my counter mysteriously sprang back to... &lt;b&gt;one!&lt;/b&gt;. Yes so I have like, 20 odd more cards to make. But I got tired of making cards after my ninth one. So I decided to start on something... New and fresh! Hahahah! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post has two parts, but I'm not done with the second artsy fartsy part. So you'll have to wait! Hahaha! Nonetheless, I hope you like it! My first attempt so it does not really look fantastic. Hahah! Okay let's go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jhTtlZJ7-pE/TtD-232p18I/AAAAAAAADVw/8gUQA0dhW9c/s1600/IMG_2349.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jhTtlZJ7-pE/TtD-232p18I/AAAAAAAADVw/8gUQA0dhW9c/s320/IMG_2349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679319348773771202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So these are all the materials I used. I know you must be wondering... Why do I have &lt;b&gt;THREE&lt;/b&gt; packets of flowers? Hahah! Actually I didn't know I bought so many. I went to the shop, bought one, went another time, thought I didn't buy any, and bought another, and this repeated for the third time thus I have three packets!! But the flowers are really pretty aren't they? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also used rhinestones? Like those bling stones? Hahah! And there's this purple flower at the top given to me by Shujia! (Thanks babe!) Oh and there's this lock thing? I think it's damn nice, but after putting the flowers together I have no idea how I am going to put that in! Next to the packet of flowers, on the top right hand corner, I bought... adhesives? Yeah they are damn expensive okay from Krafer's paradise. Tsk. I bought them on impulse. Didn't know it would be put to good use! And at the bottom right hand corner is a packet of stickers I bought from Daiso! They look expensive when really, they are worth $2! That's Daiso for you! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RPuSgUgiVxk/TtD-2-jrUVI/AAAAAAAADVo/CFR2Pt7DS-g/s1600/IMG_2344.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RPuSgUgiVxk/TtD-2-jrUVI/AAAAAAAADVo/CFR2Pt7DS-g/s320/IMG_2344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679319350573224274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was my initial design. If you notice at the top, the blurred part, that was my initial design for the lock. But now I think that if I were to place it there it would look out of place. So yeah. But that's not the point. Of course I had to opt for a second opinion. And the only other artsy fartsy person I could think of was, Nicole! So yes I sent her the photo and she said it looked, bizarrish. Hahah! It's too flowery, she said. Hahah! I thought it was too simple initially. But I got peer pressured (tsk) into thinking simple is elegant. Hahah! Just kidding. So I rearranged the flowers again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XbmTaeeViZE/TtD-B2TP9lI/AAAAAAAADVM/ZnXYV552h9w/s1600/IMG_2347.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XbmTaeeViZE/TtD-B2TP9lI/AAAAAAAADVM/ZnXYV552h9w/s320/IMG_2347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679318437823772242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I got this! But then I thought the... Brownish flowers were of the same shade so I could do away with one! And alas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nek49JyCASE/TtD-CEw8w5I/AAAAAAAADVc/aRUKUeFB2HI/s1600/IMG_2348.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nek49JyCASE/TtD-CEw8w5I/AAAAAAAADVc/aRUKUeFB2HI/s320/IMG_2348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679318441706439570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my design! But it was quite difficult because I thought this was perfect! Then I had to remove everything in order to take out the plastic wrap and reassembled everything together. So the actual will differ slightly, unfortunately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vLm0JePizVg/TtD-BV9TN5I/AAAAAAAADUs/GCs51y31OwU/s1600/IMG_2353.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vLm0JePizVg/TtD-BV9TN5I/AAAAAAAADUs/GCs51y31OwU/s320/IMG_2353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679318429141776274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My photo album was bought from Page one. It cost around, $26? I know it's a bit pricey but what caught my eye wasn't the colour (I was actually opting for a baby pink album but the plastic cover was torn and this red one was a new piece with like double protection) but the way the photos are placed. It's not those regular slip-the-photo-into-pockets kinda album, it's those with this plastic over it. You'll have to peel the plastic, place the photo in it and the plastic will like hold the photo in the album. Do you get what I mean? Hahah! In any case, I think this kinda album is more worth the money thus I bought it despite someone going on and on about how expensive it was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-StDM0d5xnqY/TtD-BVmLNQI/AAAAAAAADU0/COEr4dspbT8/s1600/IMG_2351.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-StDM0d5xnqY/TtD-BVmLNQI/AAAAAAAADU0/COEr4dspbT8/s320/IMG_2351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679318429044782338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially I wanted to put the lock there (as shown above) but I think it looks a little weird? I don't know actually. Maybe it's because it lacks a key! I feel so tempted to buy the key template sold at Paper Market. The key template I "hid" among all the other templates hoping no one will buy them until I make my decision. But I don't wanna waste money. So I'll have to figure out an alternative. Oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pGjtCJbHIr4/TtD-BmkBixI/AAAAAAAADVE/anFH5b3_Ed8/s1600/IMG_2352.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pGjtCJbHIr4/TtD-BmkBixI/AAAAAAAADVE/anFH5b3_Ed8/s320/IMG_2352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679318433599163154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A closer look. Oh and I added in three rhinestones at the tip of the sticker. I like my stuff with a bit of bling. Hahah! Does it look good? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think some of you might have seen it already, but here's a sneak peak on part 2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lw1-gDc8h84/TtEC3novVvI/AAAAAAAADWA/97VkmZEBN_A/s1600/IMG_2336%2Bcopy.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lw1-gDc8h84/TtEC3novVvI/AAAAAAAADWA/97VkmZEBN_A/s320/IMG_2336%2Bcopy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679323759646824178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I painted the word myself okay! Hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flower &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-2233259581391099038?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/2233259581391099038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/artsy-fartsy-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2233259581391099038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2233259581391099038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/artsy-fartsy-part-1.html' title='Artsy Fartsy part 1'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jhTtlZJ7-pE/TtD-232p18I/AAAAAAAADVw/8gUQA0dhW9c/s72-c/IMG_2349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-2332249790141762054</id><published>2011-11-26T05:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T05:27:12.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>So it's 5:22am and I am still awake. Doubt I can even sleep now. My mum is such a buzz kill. She said that she doesn't wanna embarrass me. But by doing all this she already is. Annoying much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said that I'm getting bad to worse and my tone when I talk to her is very bad. Like yeah I did not even utter a single word during the whole lecture. Awesome much?? That's my mother for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even took the initiative to text her and ask where she was cos it was 2am ad she wasn't home and usually her mahjong sessions don't end so late. Communication, Nicole taught me doesn't exist in my family unfortunately. I bet she must have lost a lot during mahjong thus she is taking it out on me. Gosh my life is pretty sad isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. Guess I was never meant to be born with parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-2332249790141762054?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/2332249790141762054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2332249790141762054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2332249790141762054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-8547471077915855124</id><published>2011-11-25T10:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T15:27:52.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There I was again tonight;</title><content type='html'>I was reading my old blog posts, and before I knew it, there's this wet patch on my bolster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Joyce. December will be the month for you to grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-8547471077915855124?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/8547471077915855124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/there-i-was-again-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8547471077915855124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8547471077915855124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/there-i-was-again-tonight.html' title='There I was again tonight;'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-8777855921239160284</id><published>2011-11-24T23:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T02:09:29.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what movie I watched today? It involves sparkling characters, characters with hot bodies, a lot of supposedly NC16 scenes such as sex and kissing, intimate scenes. It's none other than...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRg1b72UdF0/Ts5pB6VYfBI/AAAAAAAADUg/w17MddqsQ6M/s1600/Bella%252BCullen%252BBreaking%252BDawn.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRg1b72UdF0/Ts5pB6VYfBI/AAAAAAAADUg/w17MddqsQ6M/s320/Bella%252BCullen%252BBreaking%252BDawn.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678591661720501266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you believe I watched the whole twilight series (Well sort of part 2 isn't out yet) in two days! Hahaha! I feel so awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today I ice skated for the first time! Hahaha! Although I was quite scared but I got the hang of it in the end, thanks to Maisarah. It was actually quite exciting, apart from the fact that I had this constant fear that I was gonna fall. Oh wells. I need more practice! Hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, Breaking dawn was a little disappointing. I thought there would be a lot of action, but oh wells, the first half of the movie was filled with Edward-Bella moments. Not something a team Jacob person would fancy. But I survived the movie. Hahah! And I think I will watch part 2 just to you know, put a closure to the whole saga lmao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that today was a sad day. Nicole sounded too mature. Sometimes, don't you just wish that you can be a kid forever? She made me cry for like 20 minutes in the toilet. Oh wells. Life's like that. Always rubbing salt into your wounds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disappointment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey okay okay I am in a dilemma now. Firstly, I do not know how to decorate my photo album, but I guess I will force myself to figure something out. Secondly, I don't know if I should put the photos in my photo album according to person or occasion. Like, which one will be neater? Help?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am reading my book where I paste all the neoprints/movie tickets in, like a book of memories of who I hang out with? Plus my thoughts. And I realised the only person who got hearts all over is Bestf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;...30th November 2010 Yay finally Haagan Daz with my dearest Himbo. Yummy yet fattening but who cares. Himbo is aweseome!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I realised this one got no hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;6th February 2011 Watched Green Hornet with Himbo. Jay Chou FTW!♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay never mind I add in now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;14th February 2011 Himbo bought me purple Mickey! Love Himbo ttm♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe I actually kept the going-to-fade-away receipt? Hahaha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg then I realised from February to November I didn't meet Himbo at all I am a momo now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;17th November 2011 watched 'you are the apple of my eye' and ate at Bakerzin [salad] with my bestf jiawei [cow]. I love him max ♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I think that some friendships you can take personal (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel like texting bestf to tell him how much he means to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-8777855921239160284?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/8777855921239160284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/hey-guys-guess-what-movie-i-watched.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8777855921239160284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8777855921239160284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/hey-guys-guess-what-movie-i-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRg1b72UdF0/Ts5pB6VYfBI/AAAAAAAADUg/w17MddqsQ6M/s72-c/Bella%252BCullen%252BBreaking%252BDawn.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-8863204167736485980</id><published>2011-11-24T09:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T09:33:28.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I was supposed to blog about some things yesterday but due to some unforsee sudden outburst I slept at 8:30pm. Can you believe I cuddled in bed for a good 30 minutes before I finally fell asleep? Geez.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, yesterday, instead of running ): I did other things. Hahah! Damn I did not run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched 3 movies, made cards (as usual) and quarreled with my mother (what's new). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the three movies that I watched are, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X3EsAkaUNU8/Ts2c6uyv5QI/AAAAAAAADTk/cnQuMqVc6jk/s1600/Selena-Gomez-Monte-Carlo-Movie-Poster.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X3EsAkaUNU8/Ts2c6uyv5QI/AAAAAAAADTk/cnQuMqVc6jk/s320/Selena-Gomez-Monte-Carlo-Movie-Poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678367237991294210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monte Carlo wasn't that bad, but it wasn't good either, apart from the fact that the show had hotter guys, hotter and cuter (must stress the cute part for my dearest Cory), it pretty much reminded me of The Lizzie Mcguire Movie, just that the "twin" in Monte Carlo was the bad girl in the show. And it wasn't very funny. Okay dovey shows shouldn't be funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-liuIHyB8xh4/Ts2c6fVTWCI/AAAAAAAADTY/l8pQRHvI2D8/s1600/New%2BMoon%2BIllustrated%2BMovie_FINAL.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-liuIHyB8xh4/Ts2c6fVTWCI/AAAAAAAADTY/l8pQRHvI2D8/s320/New%2BMoon%2BIllustrated%2BMovie_FINAL.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678367233841256482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I watched New Moon. It was awesome, apart from the fact that I had to keep looking at Robert P. But it's okay I have Taylor Lautner too! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zh7tz-pIxA8/Ts2c6NwToUI/AAAAAAAADTM/OKHsQA0k1VA/s1600/Vampire%2BEclipse.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zh7tz-pIxA8/Ts2c6NwToUI/AAAAAAAADTM/OKHsQA0k1VA/s320/Vampire%2BEclipse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678367229122683202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To continue the awesome epic adventure I watched Eclipse. Why I chose this poster? The new vampire is damn cute can? But he died. Oh wells. And Taylor Lautner is still the best. I liked the part where Edward went does he have a shirt or something like that hahaha! Edward's jealous cos Jacob has like, muscles and all he has, BONES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then Jacob went, I'm hotter than you. OMG made me melt can? It's like so true lor hahaha! I wanna cuddle a werewolf too ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And omg Breaking Dawn releases today I want to watch!!! But I will have no idea what the story is about cos I didn't read the book, I stopped halfway at Eclipse cos it was toooooo draggy. Hahah. I shall just immerse myself in the movie and of course, &lt;b&gt;TAYLOR LAUTNER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, for your viewing pleasure... (Do not drool).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3J26Ua1QOvI/Ts2eXRXALzI/AAAAAAAADUU/2rZSgiZkqH4/s1600/yj-TaylorLautner.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3J26Ua1QOvI/Ts2eXRXALzI/AAAAAAAADUU/2rZSgiZkqH4/s320/yj-TaylorLautner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678368827818127154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should have chosen this poster. Hahaha! Hot or hot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QjyszixO_z0/Ts2eXYPQKLI/AAAAAAAADUA/xxlbc7osG8o/s1600/tumblr_lv53v4cVDc1qcqh1ho2_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QjyszixO_z0/Ts2eXYPQKLI/AAAAAAAADUA/xxlbc7osG8o/s320/tumblr_lv53v4cVDc1qcqh1ho2_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678368829664667826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like his eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ly8gcRZE4b8/Ts2eXOl5DXI/AAAAAAAADT4/rdiItPgQtNE/s1600/Taylor-Lautner-Image1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ly8gcRZE4b8/Ts2eXOl5DXI/AAAAAAAADT4/rdiItPgQtNE/s320/Taylor-Lautner-Image1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678368827075267954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And his body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dJSLcTP9LP8/Ts2eXLXB7KI/AAAAAAAADTw/G5MSEP4e6H4/s1600/taylor-lautner-2-sized.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dJSLcTP9LP8/Ts2eXLXB7KI/AAAAAAAADTw/G5MSEP4e6H4/s320/taylor-lautner-2-sized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678368826207628450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo courtesy of Google images and Tumblr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baboon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-8863204167736485980?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/8863204167736485980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/well-i-was-supposed-to-blog-about-some.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8863204167736485980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8863204167736485980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/well-i-was-supposed-to-blog-about-some.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X3EsAkaUNU8/Ts2c6uyv5QI/AAAAAAAADTk/cnQuMqVc6jk/s72-c/Selena-Gomez-Monte-Carlo-Movie-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-8884757262403951355</id><published>2011-11-23T19:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T20:27:22.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJqGnbsSNv4/Tszb23LtqPI/AAAAAAAADTA/9pn1q05wN-g/s1600/tumblr_lv2zojtUke1r604kgo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJqGnbsSNv4/Tszb23LtqPI/AAAAAAAADTA/9pn1q05wN-g/s320/tumblr_lv2zojtUke1r604kgo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678154965779851506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm fine," she lied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-8884757262403951355?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/8884757262403951355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/for-once-i-wish-that-things-will-go-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8884757262403951355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8884757262403951355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/for-once-i-wish-that-things-will-go-my.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJqGnbsSNv4/Tszb23LtqPI/AAAAAAAADTA/9pn1q05wN-g/s72-c/tumblr_lv2zojtUke1r604kgo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-8035360327279675905</id><published>2011-11-22T00:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T01:50:33.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis' the season part 2</title><content type='html'>I've decided to split my post into two sections, the section which I think will be of interest to random passer-bys will be on top and the section which will be of interest to my friends(?) will be at the bottom. Unless the passer-by is very curious about my personal life. Hahaha! Well, enjoy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qLb4MSFFWLw/TsqPJnGleGI/AAAAAAAADS0/NZb8RplubO4/s1600/IMG_2297%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qLb4MSFFWLw/TsqPJnGleGI/AAAAAAAADS0/NZb8RplubO4/s320/IMG_2297%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677507675532130402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoosh whoosh not very nice but okay la hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ffN2A1tLjxk/TsqFE98ec7I/AAAAAAAADRI/Zdx8jVxnwv4/s1600/IMG_2300%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ffN2A1tLjxk/TsqFE98ec7I/AAAAAAAADRI/Zdx8jVxnwv4/s320/IMG_2300%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677496600648119218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whee I drew and colour the side! Not bad right! Got the christmas feel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5CCNG1qkM4s/TsqFE5M7VfI/AAAAAAAADRQ/u3GKzu8x4nw/s1600/IMG_2304%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5CCNG1qkM4s/TsqFE5M7VfI/AAAAAAAADRQ/u3GKzu8x4nw/s320/IMG_2304%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677496599374943730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is pretty simple I guess... Whoops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OhQ-2XLJzVg/TsqEIGU70DI/AAAAAAAADQI/Tw-Z3-ohddU/s1600/IMG_2305%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OhQ-2XLJzVg/TsqEIGU70DI/AAAAAAAADQI/Tw-Z3-ohddU/s320/IMG_2305%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677495554926170162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this one is damn cute! With the Santa border and the hohoho at the side!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XAf-wdy27Ok/TsqEIMDxjLI/AAAAAAAADQQ/aUr2khuHYkg/s1600/IMG_2306%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XAf-wdy27Ok/TsqEIMDxjLI/AAAAAAAADQQ/aUr2khuHYkg/s320/IMG_2306%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677495556464807090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is cute beyond words, though I think the waving Santa is super 画蛇添足, means... Adding unnecessary things to ruin the whole thing? Hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ev9XIm7rKUA/TsqEIQq8omI/AAAAAAAADQg/V--km5aZLmw/s1600/IMG_2311%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ev9XIm7rKUA/TsqEIQq8omI/AAAAAAAADQg/V--km5aZLmw/s320/IMG_2311%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677495557702853218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is pretty beyond words!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nNTyPVTUQ6Y/TsqEI-uIdII/AAAAAAAADQs/Lhfxfxmx6dM/s1600/IMG_2313%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nNTyPVTUQ6Y/TsqEI-uIdII/AAAAAAAADQs/Lhfxfxmx6dM/s320/IMG_2313%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677495570064241794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whee! Sparkling cards thanks to my shimmer mist!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgkDHpVppH8/TsqEJMqwSzI/AAAAAAAADQ4/E02fGAbCdCo/s1600/IMG_2329%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgkDHpVppH8/TsqEJMqwSzI/AAAAAAAADQ4/E02fGAbCdCo/s320/IMG_2329%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677495573808171826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is nice to! Simple yet nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so shameless praising myself. But yes I'm left with three peoples' cards! I could have finished all three if not for my mother because she wanted 5 cards so I made three for her first! I think I made 6 cards today? I am awesome! I made 3 cards last night, so means on the average I make three cards that are used by me each day. Hahah! Whee gonna finish making all my cards way ahead of schedule! I AM AWESOME! (yet no creativity sigh, harsh truth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so that's it for the happy, relaxing, random post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on to a more, melancholic? Sad? Depressing mood. Hahah! Happy-go-lucky kids should avoid this portion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; V is for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've been listening to this song, which has been on repeat since forever. Hahah! I think I just increased the number of views of the MV by, uncountable times. Anyways, not the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point is, yesterday when I texted Nicole at 3am in the morning, I guess apart from teaching her what she taught me, I realised the meaning of some of the sentences and phrases. Like, live life with no regrets. It may be over, but as long as I was happy once, I guess I should be contented. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Note: I'm not doing this post out of desperation. In fact, I'm only doing it cos the song gave me the mood to do it. Scroll down to read the song lyrics. If you do not know Chinese, don't bother].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I know how some of my friends hate this certain someone for ruining the better part of my life... in 2011. But I beg to differ. Although the number of times I surface in his mind may be... null (OMG I sound so pathetic), but I guess maybe somehow as long as one party holds on to the memory, it is firstly, not lost forever and secondly, it is... It is not lost forever okay only one. So anyways, I listened to that song while I climbed on(?) my chair to retrieve the things chucked in the corner of my cupboard. So... Here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-61At69UdXo4/TsqGDs6FR8I/AAAAAAAADSQ/y7FrQpkOqLA/s1600/IMG_2314%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-61At69UdXo4/TsqGDs6FR8I/AAAAAAAADSQ/y7FrQpkOqLA/s320/IMG_2314%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677497678406436802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ironically, the person who gave me the Mickey and the person who thought of this pose both left me. Hahah. Maybe this two plushies are jinxed! Nah cannot be I think it is only the Minnie, which is actually the representation of... &lt;small&gt;me&lt;/small&gt;. And you can figure out who the Mickey is, which is also the person who gave me the Mickey in the first place. Can you tell what Minnie is doing? And what Mickey is feeling? Yeah I guess the person behind this pose can somehow predict the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C3FRWwtNRPw/TsqGDVxv--I/AAAAAAAADSA/LW2Wwk9d4uk/s1600/IMG_2315%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C3FRWwtNRPw/TsqGDVxv--I/AAAAAAAADSA/LW2Wwk9d4uk/s320/IMG_2315%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677497672197471202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes so this is Minnie me. Lonely Minnie me. They say girls are the most vulnerable and weak when they are out of love. Hahah! Nonsensical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V2v9xyeG8YU/TsqJQPNG5tI/AAAAAAAADSc/fzinAJxu4PQ/s1600/IMG_2316%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V2v9xyeG8YU/TsqJQPNG5tI/AAAAAAAADSc/fzinAJxu4PQ/s320/IMG_2316%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677501192306353874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha I remember this. I remember this day so vividly. I wonder if he has forgotten all about it. Honestly, truthfully with a I-am-not-going-to-lie-to-myself tone, I think he has forgotten about all this. So maybe throwing away the letter was for the best. Cos he said something like he will keep his properly, definitely (insert less than 3 here) which is not true right so maybe this is a blessing in disguise? And if fate allows, okay no more fate okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ae3xQqcABhY/TsqGDLuWRFI/AAAAAAAADR4/hLkYFqtih4M/s1600/IMG_2317%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ae3xQqcABhY/TsqGDLuWRFI/AAAAAAAADR4/hLkYFqtih4M/s320/IMG_2317%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677497669498848338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh... Should I put the keychain back on my bag? Is it even still on his? Oh wells. Maybe it's meant to be in the cupboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZrOKZIAkBE/TsqGC3Wg3TI/AAAAAAAADRs/TPSwE-l6koU/s1600/IMG_2320%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZrOKZIAkBE/TsqGC3Wg3TI/AAAAAAAADRs/TPSwE-l6koU/s320/IMG_2320%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677497664030170418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favourite polaroid. I realise it is the same design as the one I took with Mr Eng. Okay irrelevant. I remember this was taken at the airport. I hit the camera by accident and his thumb (Have I mentioned I had an obsession over his thumb?) pressed the capture button and poof the candid shot surfaced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wOCXeOmmrvI/TsqGCmM8iyI/AAAAAAAADRg/s1QuymAmMlU/s1600/IMG_2325%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wOCXeOmmrvI/TsqGCmM8iyI/AAAAAAAADRg/s1QuymAmMlU/s320/IMG_2325%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677497659426638626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am really a budding photographer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FMSkMXrwJV8/TsqKwj45qeI/AAAAAAAADSo/-tI5MUEZ_wA/s1600/IMG_2322%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FMSkMXrwJV8/TsqKwj45qeI/AAAAAAAADSo/-tI5MUEZ_wA/s320/IMG_2322%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677502847126186466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay and I realised I kept some neoprints too. My favourite ones. So, don't judge. He looks good, and I look... Fat. And honestly, &lt;small&gt;he looks better now hahah&lt;/small&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I raking over (or is it up, aiya same, all prepositions) the past? Because I think the song below makes a lot of sense. The title means, you must be happy, I think. 幸福 is happiness, so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it makes a lot of sense, in my case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, because one of us wasn't certain of our feelings towards each other, so, the song went if you're not sure, don't kiss, feelings can ruin a person easily. &lt;b&gt;Make sense right!&lt;/b&gt; Though we did not kiss but it's like an analogy. Don't make the girl for if you are not prepared/ready to catch her, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And honestly, I really wish that he'll find his forever first, or rather, he &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; find his forever love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Forever love is a song btw].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when he does, he won't make her cry. He can just leave the memories of us with me, and I will definitely not appear in his life, appear within sight ever again. (This is what the chorus roughly meant too see I relate to the song so well!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A clean break I guess, the Christmas card will be my last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unless a miracle happens. Hahah! But honestly what are the odds? (Not that I am hoping okay must clarify hahah!) After all, it has been one year already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have totally given up on love. Not gonna have my heart broken again. Once bitten, twice shy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;還是要幸福 - 田馥甄&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不確定就別親吻 感情很容易毀了一個人&lt;br /&gt;一個人若不夠狠 愛淡了不離不棄多殘忍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你留下來的垃圾 我一天一天總會丟完的&lt;br /&gt;我甚至真心真意的祝福 永恆在你的身上先發生&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你還是要幸福 你千萬不要再招惹別人哭&lt;br /&gt;所有錯誤從我這裏落幕 別跟著我 銘心 刻骨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你還是要幸福 我才能確定我還得很清楚&lt;br /&gt;確定自己再也不會佔據 你的篇幅&lt;br /&gt;明天 開始 這一切都結束&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;還我鑰匙的備份 我覺得再見可以很單純&lt;br /&gt;我甚至真心真意的祝福 永恆在你的身上先發生&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你還是要幸福 你千萬不要再招惹別人哭&lt;br /&gt;所有錯誤從我這裏落幕 別跟著我 銘心 刻骨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你還是要幸福 我才能確定我還得很清楚&lt;br /&gt;確定自己再也不會佔據 你的篇幅&lt;br /&gt;明天 開始 這一切都結束&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你還是要幸福 你千萬不要再招惹別人哭&lt;br /&gt;所有錯誤從我這裏落幕 別跟著我 銘心 刻骨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你如果很幸福 半夜的簡訊我就無需回覆&lt;br /&gt;因為你的悲喜已經有了 容身之處 我也 能有 最純粹的孤獨&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you ask, what does V stand for? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vinegar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-8035360327279675905?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/8035360327279675905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/tis-season-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8035360327279675905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8035360327279675905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/tis-season-part-2.html' title='Tis&apos; the season part 2'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qLb4MSFFWLw/TsqPJnGleGI/AAAAAAAADS0/NZb8RplubO4/s72-c/IMG_2297%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-2080224248625716027</id><published>2011-11-21T09:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T09:38:00.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brother came back from HongKong this morning at like 3am when I was secretly texting Nicole so I had to pretend to sleep. Not the point. Point is he bought me this furry cap/hat/head thingy from H&amp;amp;M Hongkong, plus Burberry perfume. &lt;b&gt;BURBERRY&lt;/b&gt; perfume. I don't even use perfume. But whatever, so let me show you two awesome pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0C8tFhZmwew/Tsmqv_u9dFI/AAAAAAAADP8/mXJ65nfclXU/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-21%2Bat%2B09.19%2B%25233.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0C8tFhZmwew/Tsmqv_u9dFI/AAAAAAAADP8/mXJ65nfclXU/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-21%2Bat%2B09.19%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677256546816193618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't Mickey they cutest!!!! But do you know what is even cuter, beyond the definition of cutest and adorable? Look at the photo below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DMlWeH1oJl8/TsmqvpmcnmI/AAAAAAAADPw/qB-ammXG9w8/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-21%2Bat%2B09.12.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DMlWeH1oJl8/TsmqvpmcnmI/AAAAAAAADPw/qB-ammXG9w8/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-21%2Bat%2B09.12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677256540874907234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay ego max. But I think I am very cute, minus the ugly part, so I'm adorably cute. Hahah! But somehow I think that the head thing makes me look like some Mongolian tribal person, okay no offence. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling so insecure cos I'm wearing a strapless bra. Okay too  much info.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dropping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-2080224248625716027?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/2080224248625716027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-brother-came-back-from-hongkong-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2080224248625716027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2080224248625716027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-brother-came-back-from-hongkong-this.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0C8tFhZmwew/Tsmqv_u9dFI/AAAAAAAADP8/mXJ65nfclXU/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-21%2Bat%2B09.19%2B%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-2029499742235234644</id><published>2011-11-21T02:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T02:38:43.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simei的女孩看过来;</title><content type='html'>嘜嘜 你嘜擱嘜擱偷偷離開&lt;br /&gt;嘜嘜 你嘜擱嘜擱偷偷離開&lt;br /&gt;嘜驚 我不會放你一人治那&lt;br /&gt;你想祙有人靠有人會疼&lt;br /&gt;嘜吶 你雨傘雨傘趕緊打開&lt;br /&gt;嘜吶 你雨傘雨傘趕緊打開&lt;br /&gt;嘜鬧 落大雨你淋雨我艱苦&lt;br /&gt;落大雨我没你會艱苦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know it sounds weird, but it's supposed to be sung in hokkien. But nonetheless I think this part is meant for me to sing to you, so, just read the lyrics minus the 嘜嘜嘜擱嘜驚嘜吶嘜鬧 ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I know you were not happy when you never reply me. And judging you I know you won't tell me, so I go to your blog everyday between time intervals hoping that you will blog about why you're unhappy. And you finally did it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要哭你哭我会心痛.&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the most neutral person, but I think you should follow your dreams and do what you want to do. Weren't you the one who told me not to think so much and just do what I want to do? Live life with no regrets. Even when you fail you know at least you've tried. Stop asking yourself what if you fail, I can ask you what if you follow your dream and passion and you succeed? Then it'll be a different thing altogether isn't it? Your leg and back are probably obstacles you'll face, but life's always bringing you obstacles for you to bravely overcome in order to achieve your goal(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined." also you teach me one. Now I teach you back plus one more "Once you replace negative thoughts with positive ones, you'll start having positive results." Don't think about the bad things that will happen. Have confidence in yourself. I'm sure even if you throw your leg and back will be fine, if not then you can always go canoeing or something isn't that what you wanna do too? And your studies won't be affected you're a smart girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you can balance your time well after all you're 聪明琳荔(伶俐) omg did I get your name right very long never write already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways all I'm trying to say is, I believe the decision you make will be what you want in reality. And really base on your standard you aren't very far from achieving what you've set out for, be it studying or throwing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't be upset cos you can't spend time with us (though for Nadiah it's different). I'm sure we'll have more chances to spend quality time together ^^ because I'll never leave you (; I'll always be there whenever I can to DEVOTE MY TIME TO YOU LIKE A PRINCESS FOR HER PRINCE ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't bottle things up how many times do you want me to tell you that sometimes it's good to talk about it at least you have feedback instead of thinking to and drowning yourself with all the negativities. And babe I'll always be there for you cos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smile, I smile&lt;br /&gt;You throw, I smash&lt;br /&gt;You unhappy, I sad&lt;br /&gt;You prince, I princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with me around there'll be one less lonely Nicole in the world (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Nicole, don't sad anymore k. I hope my post has comforted you/cheer you up a little. If it doesn't then, I sing hokkien song for you, for real. Confirm laugh one okay. (; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I meet you, stay strong, straighten out your thoughts and you'll see the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, the light at the end of the tunnel, my face in the most beautiful of dreams and then you will rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-2029499742235234644?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/2029499742235234644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-i-know-it-sounds-weird-but-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2029499742235234644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2029499742235234644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/okay-i-know-it-sounds-weird-but-its.html' title='Simei的女孩看过来;'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-4130241691525693753</id><published>2011-11-21T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T01:16:22.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deck the halls;</title><content type='html'>Time check: 1:10am, 21st November 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target: to finish 16 Christmas cards (on my current list) by end of November before proceeding on to my other list (which is so much longer tsk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current status: missing you... I mean, done with 10 cards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you guys are really really excited about my mundane cards, just to let you know whose cards I'm done with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not in chronological order of whose I did first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiawei &lt;br /&gt;Nicole &lt;br /&gt;Anisa&lt;br /&gt;Kanchen&lt;br /&gt;Joanne&lt;br /&gt;Sherry&lt;br /&gt;Kitju&lt;br /&gt;Sriya&lt;br /&gt;Tan Simin&lt;br /&gt;Vincent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay not that bad right? But did I spoil the surprise for you guys? ); happy guessing which card is yours! (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-4130241691525693753?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/4130241691525693753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-check-110am-21st-november-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/4130241691525693753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/4130241691525693753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-check-110am-21st-november-2011.html' title='Deck the halls;'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-2518217609640048300</id><published>2011-11-20T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T20:39:54.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I learnt three new things about me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I do not want to fall in love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I do not want to get married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I do not want to start a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-2518217609640048300?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/2518217609640048300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/today-i-learnt-three-new-things-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2518217609640048300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2518217609640048300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/today-i-learnt-three-new-things-about.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-1122828489441329707</id><published>2011-11-20T10:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T10:49:37.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Momentary smile&lt;br /&gt;Perpetual unhappiness &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-1122828489441329707?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/1122828489441329707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/momentary-smile-perpetual-unhappiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/1122828489441329707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/1122828489441329707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/momentary-smile-perpetual-unhappiness.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-7389486251686647914</id><published>2011-11-19T21:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T21:22:21.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It must really be a boring time for me now because I can not stop blogging. Hahaha! It's like every single thing I do, I have to blog. Blog blog blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EC2vgF9ymgg/TsetFv_FC9I/AAAAAAAADPk/grG8RrHBp7k/s1600/tumblr_ltdf7lp5TH1r4mkh3o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EC2vgF9ymgg/TsetFv_FC9I/AAAAAAAADPk/grG8RrHBp7k/s320/tumblr_ltdf7lp5TH1r4mkh3o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676696169615789010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I realise that I should learn something new everyday, since yesterday was about giving is better than receiving, I thought that today shall be something more, I don't know, why don't you decide for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay today's a really sad post I shan't blog to refrain myself from crying. Okay bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-7389486251686647914?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/7389486251686647914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-must-really-be-boring-time-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/7389486251686647914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/7389486251686647914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-must-really-be-boring-time-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EC2vgF9ymgg/TsetFv_FC9I/AAAAAAAADPk/grG8RrHBp7k/s72-c/tumblr_ltdf7lp5TH1r4mkh3o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-8669479598773154717</id><published>2011-11-19T00:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T01:11:53.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis' the season</title><content type='html'>Have you been naughty or nice? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, I've been a really naughty kid this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But to atone for my sins, here's what I've been doing since O's ended! I know it's only 5. But Olevels ended on... Tuesday? And I had chalet from Wednesday to Friday. I had a busy week, plus since I'm such a perfectionist, I actually re-did some cards cos they were not "up to mark" so these cards are the better looking ones (but I still feel that they are not up to mark). And who else to pose the cards with but with Mickey! So if you receive a card, it's love from not only me, but also from the little boys on my bed, and there are 6 of them. So that's like love from seven... human and things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8EQejHLJjZ4/TsaIkvCxBwI/AAAAAAAADPU/2fFa-hrF_No/s1600/IMG_2093%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8EQejHLJjZ4/TsaIkvCxBwI/AAAAAAAADPU/2fFa-hrF_No/s320/IMG_2093%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676374545031825154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first card I made. I think this card is simple yet nice. Hahaha! Don't you think so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0D5A7WmzNY/TsaIkMiYJlI/AAAAAAAADPM/sD7AbMPWtVw/s1600/IMG_2249%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0D5A7WmzNY/TsaIkMiYJlI/AAAAAAAADPM/sD7AbMPWtVw/s320/IMG_2249%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676374535769171538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one was a little screwed at the beginning but it's really really plain, I feel really bad now. But I think it's the message behind that counts? Right? (I hope).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HcLir21lulY/TsaIj-vTzsI/AAAAAAAADO8/CgjLsO8c958/s1600/IMG_2251%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HcLir21lulY/TsaIj-vTzsI/AAAAAAAADO8/CgjLsO8c958/s320/IMG_2251%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676374532065316546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This card is my favourite. The black card is actually glitter-fied so the glitter looks like stars in the night sky. And the green portion is actually the rough rough kind which I used water over it yada yada. Don't you think the borders (of the green portion) look christmas-ish? I think everyone will be jealous of the person receiving this card hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--u9bcxCsOuc/TsaIjoaRPTI/AAAAAAAADOw/IvzOqbayZ7Q/s1600/IMG_2253%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--u9bcxCsOuc/TsaIjoaRPTI/AAAAAAAADOw/IvzOqbayZ7Q/s320/IMG_2253%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676374526071487794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This card is nice apart from the ugly Santa I drew ): I'm sorry. I realise that I have nothing to elaborate about my cards cos they are too plain! Man I feel bad now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-moS36b62Sd0/TsaIjq4cSqI/AAAAAAAADOo/Dloo6obBclk/s1600/IMG_2254%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-moS36b62Sd0/TsaIjq4cSqI/AAAAAAAADOo/Dloo6obBclk/s320/IMG_2254%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676374526734912162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the fifth card! Do you realise except for the third card the first and second, and the fourth and fifth car has the same christmas message? Paper Market only sold two different messages so I'm sorry it didn't work out. I'll try finding more tomorrow though! Hopefully there'll be nicer stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways on to personal stuff. Today I learnt something. I learnt that sometimes it's better to give than to receive. Though sometimes giving too much will make you be at a losing end, but hey, 在世上很多事是徒劳无功的对吗? (I'm sorry I can't translate that, my brain isn't working).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Only by giving are you able to receive more than you already have."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And knowing myself I would probably be like "aiya heck care la, don't have to do for so-and-so" because I'm too lazy and I run out of ideas (thus I might repeat some designs sorry people!) so tonight, yes, tonight, I will ask everyone I'm giving cards to for their address, and if they don't reply then, maybe they are spared from my limited creativity cards or they just don't get a card lor simple as that right. But nonetheless, I'm still in a dilemma. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I make one for him? Should I? Should I not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I be noble enough to forget about everything, to go back to December, swallow my pride, and apologise?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-8669479598773154717?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/8669479598773154717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/tis-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8669479598773154717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/8669479598773154717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/tis-season.html' title='Tis&apos; the season'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8EQejHLJjZ4/TsaIkvCxBwI/AAAAAAAADPU/2fFa-hrF_No/s72-c/IMG_2093%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-1675688402292824900</id><published>2011-11-18T12:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T15:04:01.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emoelmonemo</title><content type='html'>I am sad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Princess is sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Princess misses people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Princess lost her favourite ring. The two-finger ring with a vintage key attached to it. It was the first ring she bought in her collection or accessories. And she lost is just like that. I think she lost it on the Phantom of the Opera day when she was rushing she must have dropped it, unknowingly, in the cab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Princess also lot her favourite pink colour pen which she &lt;b&gt;just&lt;/b&gt; bought. Like poof, it's gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she's sadder about the ring cos I don't think you can find it anymore. Ring ring, go back to princess, where ever you are~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in short, Princess is sad because of losing people, a ring and a pen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Princess will punish herself, and because she is feeling sad, by not eating. Omnom hear her stomach growl like pathetic loser to match who she really is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Princess found her pen, but she is still sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I don't care I will only date a guy who dances mine mine and sing it like Jay Chou for me. The dance and the song is so beautiful. I've watched it like, 50 times? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-1675688402292824900?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/1675688402292824900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/emoelmonemo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/1675688402292824900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/1675688402292824900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/emoelmonemo.html' title='emoelmonemo'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-6611658249137139288</id><published>2011-11-17T17:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T17:44:21.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the apple of my eye</title><content type='html'>I feel quite depressed after talking to you about it. That word should not be mentioned right now. Too much, it's just too much. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus with all the talk with Anisa which happened to have one too many of that particular word, there has to be a limit, right? I mean I can't carry on being like this, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life feels weird without talking to Nicole. Idk why. Maybe I'm too accustomed to talking to her... Does that even make sense? It's like I have no one to talk to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But oh wells, I found someone I can talk to, too. Hee hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you know sometimes, we just have to suck it all up, and pretend that we have never existed, to hope that the pain will somehow disappear with time, to believe that nothing has happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GwiBWloX6s/TsTUDW2FC7I/AAAAAAAADOQ/rk_sApXjpxY/s1600/you-are-the-apple-of-my-eye-2011-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GwiBWloX6s/TsTUDW2FC7I/AAAAAAAADOQ/rk_sApXjpxY/s320/you-are-the-apple-of-my-eye-2011-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675894584530766770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched 'you are the apple of my eye' today with my best friend. I don't know why I kept this a secret, like all "hee hee" when someone asked me who I was going out with, and I just smile and go "oh someone" because really that was rather unnecessary, right? But nonetheless, I finally got to meet up with my best friend to have lunch + watch a movie. We ate at Bakerzin! Hahaha! I ate salad and ONE piece of chicken while my cow best friend ate like, rice and &lt;b&gt;teriyaki&lt;/b&gt; chicken. I think I might just survive on that the whole day man! Woohoo I'll be skinny before I know it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, a pity we couldn't take a photo in the theatre (what the fuck is wrong with GV lor). But anyways, the movie was really... A different kind of movie. Hahaha! It's like, NC16, so you know naturally there will be some... hmmm.. Butt showing etc etc which was quite disturbing and awkward but I guess I just have to get used to it, afterall, I'm 16! (Okay get use to it like seriously what am I saying?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think kids who just turn 16 should watch this movie and just brace themselves for what reaching16 years of age brings... Does this even make sense? Nonetheless, I still think that the story plot was nice especially/except the end, because the main lead (male) kissed the groom (male), and because I would want the girl to end up with the guy respectively. I mean like, yeah if the latter happens then it'll be a PG13 show or something with a fucking deceiving happy ending but since it's NC16, well, yeah there will be some bittersweet love here and there which might not lead to a happy ending at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways this story made me think a lot. Like, towards the end, when they said something like, when you truly love someone, you would truly want that person to be happy.. Like wow right, I think that kinda makes sense, but in reality it's difficult cos when you truly love someone you want that someone to be happy with you, like be with you and live happily ever after, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only roughly remembered this part, and the way he chased after the girl, like they could be together but they didn't. The feeling of being chased must be real exciting cos &lt;s&gt;apparently&lt;/s&gt; once courtship is over the feeling will lie die down (something like that) according to the movie. Ahh... Wishingthinkinggirl1995 in action now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well all this only happens in movies. Oh wells, there's a fine line between fantasy and reality after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadness madness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A photo with my best friend? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why of course there must be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MGonePRYRwE/TsTWmLjKeuI/AAAAAAAADOc/yyvRZl5XgwI/s1600/IMG_2246.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MGonePRYRwE/TsTWmLjKeuI/AAAAAAAADOc/yyvRZl5XgwI/s320/IMG_2246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675897381817318114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-6611658249137139288?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/6611658249137139288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-are-apple-of-my-eye_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/6611658249137139288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/6611658249137139288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-are-apple-of-my-eye_17.html' title='You are the apple of my eye'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GwiBWloX6s/TsTUDW2FC7I/AAAAAAAADOQ/rk_sApXjpxY/s72-c/you-are-the-apple-of-my-eye-2011-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-506229417439025286</id><published>2011-11-17T06:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T06:28:01.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand new day</title><content type='html'>Hey folks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah. Well, I'm at Pasir Ris Park now watching the sun rise. Although I can't see the sun. But I feel that the area is so... Serene? HAHAAH idk. But the place is really beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this spectrum of colours in the sky I think Joanne will be able to see it hahaha. But really it's quite nice. Makes me feel so zen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a brand new day with no fears and hopes hahahah. A brand new day with brand new dreams. It's really really amazing an breathtaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm probably exaggerating but... Well actually I am. Hahahah. You get what I mean I don't have to continue further. All I know is that today's gonna be a tiring but fun-filled day! Heh heh heh. Okay then I shall leave you with a picture that I took. Hope you like it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3OzF328bGzw/TsQ47x2ki8I/AAAAAAAADNw/qDmKErxbqys/s640/blogger-image--1504567441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3OzF328bGzw/TsQ47x2ki8I/AAAAAAAADNw/qDmKErxbqys/s640/blogger-image--1504567441.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-506229417439025286?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/506229417439025286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/hey-folks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/506229417439025286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/506229417439025286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/hey-folks.html' title='Brand new day'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3OzF328bGzw/TsQ47x2ki8I/AAAAAAAADNw/qDmKErxbqys/s72-c/blogger-image--1504567441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-6335861523443860650</id><published>2011-11-15T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T23:45:15.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awake</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today marks the end of Olevels (for me) and hopefully the start of something fun and exciting! So today I spent my day with some other person besides Nicole (hahahah!), Laura! She was so cute laughing away watching Tintin. And so, like I've mentioned we watched Tintin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l2XrGBz6Yu8/TsJzezqo2AI/AAAAAAAADNo/icK_LxusdIM/s1600/Adventures-of-Tin-Tin.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l2XrGBz6Yu8/TsJzezqo2AI/AAAAAAAADNo/icK_LxusdIM/s320/Adventures-of-Tin-Tin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675225453542561794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tintin was quite funny. Overall it was worth watching. I think Snowy is super cute? He's like the star of the show they should totally make a 'The Adventures of Snowy' show. I think I'll definitely watch it! Hahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I went to watch the show at Cathay for the very first time! And guess what? I met Denise Lim there. Like I wasn't popular enough... Pfffft. Hahaha! She's such a stalker I can't stand her. Honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I don't feel like blogging maybe I'll be back later bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I'm back I feel quite bad for leaving the post so abruptly. Anyways, today was a life changing moment for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well sort of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I learnt an important lesson. When one door closes, another opens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I even get the phrase right? Lmao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, all I'm trying to say is, I learnt that... I think saying this in Chinese is better. 塞翁失马焉知非福 get it? Get it? Cheem right. I know, thank you! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, today I was almost late for my Bio MCQ (which I practically screwed up cos I have more than 10 mistakes and I have never gotten more than 10 in my whole sec 4 life ever since I was determined to do well for Bio). But because I was late I managed to see the cute guy living on the 11th floor in the same condo as me (like duh) which I haven't had a chance to coincidentally meet on my way to school. So cool right? I know. And he appeared when I was cursing and swearing at how late I'm gonna be he probably thinks I'm mad. 读书读到疯了 but who cares. He's probably 15 and gonna suffer next year while I... Actually I'll suffer too tomorrow but not the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, as I've mentioned, I screwed up Bio. Hoopla right? But if I did not screw up Bio, I would not have a chance to text Mr Lim. And woohoo he called me dear hee hee hee. I know he probably calls all his students that but I don't care he called me dear! Gave me a momentary smile and happiness, fluttering feeling before I watched Tintin and made me feel so much better. Hahaha! And he called himself Kuku. What a kukubird like seriously. Hahaha! Isn't Mr Lim the cutest!!! Hee hee hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you see, some things that have gone wrong won't be so bad after all right? Even for Nicole, it rained at first but in the end there was sunshine again!! 雨过天晴 hope she have lots of fun and not get into trouble for screaming at cute little Nigel (though he asked for it). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I'm gonna start on my cards now... At like, 11:44pm. Hooray to me man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm gonna start working out tomorrow... MUST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-6335861523443860650?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/6335861523443860650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/awake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/6335861523443860650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/6335861523443860650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/awake.html' title='Awake'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l2XrGBz6Yu8/TsJzezqo2AI/AAAAAAAADNo/icK_LxusdIM/s72-c/Adventures-of-Tin-Tin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-2169560281371554968</id><published>2011-11-15T09:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T09:31:04.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is such a beautiful day, let's pray that it won't rain today. For you, for me, for everyone (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hungry, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-2169560281371554968?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/2169560281371554968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/today-is-such-beautiful-day-lets-pray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2169560281371554968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/2169560281371554968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/today-is-such-beautiful-day-lets-pray.html' title=''/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-4959796841710415753</id><published>2011-11-13T22:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T23:05:16.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit;</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how I said I didn't want to talk about my feelings? Apparently, I can't. Hahah! Because I find my blog really boring when my feelings aren't written down, or rather, typed out. Moreover, I think sometimes the posts with photos are too long. And only those with patience will actually read about it hahaha! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonetheless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote something down in Jerow (it's still the main place where I pen down my thoughts), and well, I'm gonna blog it. (Although I figured many of you will feel quite clueless about what I have to say. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything emanated a soft throbbing pain that was almost palpable. I held back my tears because I didn't want anyone to know the story behind the adventure of my life (besides the one with Nicole). I knew every step I took amplified the piercing pain in my chest, and there was nothing I could do about it. I  know the feeling has to vanish someday...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But when will that someday come?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe this is the reason why I stopped believing those that claim that they'll be there for me forever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend has been rather, emotional I'm quite glad I could keep it all to myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(But can you guys guess what this is about? Hahah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only happy thing, apart from the many movies I watch this weekend, was this particular message that said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you want to watch "You are the apple of my eye" on Thursday? (: "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I believe that there are more exciting movies to come (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hee hee and I bet deep down, secretly, deep down inside, I am the apple of your eye. -Blush. Just admit it (and make me happier hahahah!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I hope you're okay, Nicole. Your messages are similar to the day you were feeling sian. Just wondering. Love you my dear commoner &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150476173457512706-4959796841710415753?l=h-eypretty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/feeds/4959796841710415753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/fruit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/4959796841710415753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150476173457512706/posts/default/4959796841710415753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://h-eypretty.blogspot.com/2011/11/fruit.html' title='Fruit;'/><author><name>joyce(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150476173457512706.post-6802958711272959378</id><published>2011-11-12T22:34:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T00:09:48.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For beauty;</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Say you love me every waking moment,&lt;br /&gt;turn my head with talk of summertime...&lt;br /&gt;Say you need me with you now and always...&lt;br /&gt;Promise me that all you say is true&lt;br /&gt;that's all I ask of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ask of you - Phantom of the Opera&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay hello!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, today was a really wonderful day because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I watched another movie!&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although this movie has a really disgusting face that almost ruined the show for me (the dude just had to act without his mask what is wrong with him!) but overall, the show is really good, and it made me think a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9dw1IaI0w48/Tr6L_PHKZFI/AAAAAAAADJI/8xMpDlrmA38/s1600/IMG_2078.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9dw1IaI0w48/Tr6L_PHKZFI/AAAAAAAADJI/8xMpDlrmA38/s320/IMG_2078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674126499037996114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways to start the post with a pretty picture. It's my first time taking such a picture so pardon the &lt;s&gt;amateurish&lt;/s&gt; skills. Anyways, the outing was with Nadiah, Chuek Lam, Laura, Yee Ning and &lt;u&gt;who can forget&lt;/u&gt;, Nicole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we met at around 2:30pm? Though some were &lt;b&gt;prettttttttttttty&lt;/b&gt; late. I actually cabbed down okay see I am such a nice person. After all, I was the only one who can obtain the tickets. I am so sacrificial. And the queue was so long! &lt;b&gt;Who on Earth goes to Vivo City!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But apparently everyone does the place was really packed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ihbju4Jzqrs/Tr6L-7QYoFI/AAAAAAAADI4/QK9PnO0Zzbw/s1600/IMG_2079.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ihbju4Jzqrs/Tr6L-7QYoFI/AAAAAAAADI4/QK9PnO0Zzbw/s320/IMG_2079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674126493707968594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways continuing. We actually went to GV Max! Though there was &lt;b&gt;no difference&lt;/b&gt;, even the ticket looks the same... But the seats looked relatively clean and the theatre didn't smell like someone vomited or the damp smell you get from clothes (you know you know some people cannot do laundry, then act smart and do in the end stink not only themselves, but the area they are in. Diffusion people, it's a scary thing that works).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, I think that the movie was a little overpriced. &lt;b&gt;No offence&lt;/b&gt;, it was really good, and I really enjoyed myself because really, the orchestra in the concert was really good, the crew had amazing and powerful voices that left me jaw-dropped whenever they had their jaws drop (get it get it?) and the acting was really real (Except Raoul I couldn't see the burning love in his eyes when they (Christine and Raoul) sang 'All I ask of you' he had more of the, I-know-the-Phantom-is-going-to-appear-and-I-must-be-on-my-guard look. But Christine had the look and at the moment I melted. Literally).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when the Phantom forced her into marriage.. Though I was dodging here and there cos the face of the Phantom was too disgusting I can't look at it (can you imagine how many creepy faces I have to look at within 2 days!? Too much too much!!) I was really touched by the love the Phantom had for Christine, though creepy, but it was so... Touching (sorry limited vocabulary).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in any case, I still think it was overpriced. Like, they could have charged it at... The price of a 3D movie... $14? But no right they charged $25 (and if you are not a GV member, $28). And they actually have full house for most days especially last week! Can you imagine how much they have earned?! Wow okay GV is really smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;But nonetheless I really enjoyed it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a few photos before, during and after the movie. Photos courtesy of Nicole unless otherwise stated. (Photos are not in chronological order).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5OG1-6Sl8TA/Tr6O773JdGI/AAAAAAAADJw/Db3n9v6k0F4/s1600/IMG_2052%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5OG1-6Sl8TA/Tr6O773JdGI/AAAAAAAADJw/Db3n9v6k0F4/s320/IMG_2052%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674129740865827938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nadiah and Laura both look so unhappy cos they have to give me money. I had $100 in my wallet after that. I feel so rich ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now I'm broke cos I helped them pay my Mum  back for the tickets so Yee Ning and Nicole better pay me back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH oh (I have to praise myself a little) I actually treated my friends to popcorn okay. So noble right? Cos I was using my own savings. Like, I didn't use my Mum's money if not she would have killed me. But since it's mine she has nothing to say ^^ But no la I think treating friends to such food is okay. For the fun of it all, you enjoy, I enjoy, we enjoy. Moral of the story? Go watch movie a with me when I am using my own money. Hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You better not okay. It's only restricted to days when I feel generous. And I know the tickets were kinda expensive so never mind lor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note to self: For next year's savings, set a... Quota(?) to how much I want to save in that year because if not, I will be so loss like last night I didn't know if I should spend this much or save this little. I was in a dilemma okay! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yWMVDAsnMwQ/Tr6O7TiCiHI/AAAAAAAADJo/PRDcUk_uzIw/s1600/IMG_2053%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yWMVDAsnMwQ/Tr6O7TiCiHI/AAAAAAAADJo/PRDcUk_uzIw/s320/IMG_2053%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674129730039875698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty Nadiah with bangs! (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR7dSbHy054/Tr6O7XF9z-I/AAAAAAAADJY/VaszwGGk6nc/s1600/IMG_2056%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR7dSbHy054/Tr6O7XF9z-I/AAAAAAAADJY/VaszwGGk6nc/s320/IMG_2056%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674129730995867618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chuek Lam pulling Nadiah away because she wants to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMNAV5Tbv5g/Tr6O7HpSf7I/AAAAAAAADJQ/3FKGu9rxG50/s1600/IMG_2062%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMNAV5Tbv5g/Tr6O7HpSf7I/AAAAAAAADJQ/3FKGu9rxG50/s320/IMG_2062%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674129726849056690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty Nadiah posing again. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you think she looks like a little girl with bangs? Hahaha! Like a cutie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HsOtIHBPpSw/Tr6RE_AGCVI/AAAAAAAADKY/vn41Qsqs_lw/s1600/IMG_2067%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HsOtIHBPpSw/Tr6RE_AGCVI/AAAAAAAADKY/vn41Qsqs_lw/s320/IMG_2067%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674132095350737234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicole taking a rather failed shot. Unless Nicole didn't take it. But Nadiah looks really candid in here. Hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9BKLkMMPUw/Tr6REjOXY0I/AAAAAAAADKI/1QdbZE4zQ6M/s1600/IMG_2068%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9BKLkMMPUw/Tr6REjOXY0I/AAAAAAAADKI/1QdbZE4zQ6M/s320/IMG_2068%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674132087894401858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snapsnapsnap! I think I am a budding photographer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RY0tMF9Y1Bs/Tr6REulXEdI/AAAAAAAADKA/9vpJJJkrTX
